For me, it's not about the cookout, or the day off, or hanging by the lake.
It's about remembering.
I live in a military town so the War on Terror is a daily reality for us. We've lost a lot of soldiers in our community this year, and those loses have reached out and touched all of us. And this year, it's even more poignant for me as the person I am remembering the most is one I never met - but I had her son in my fourth period class.
It's tough having a student who loses a parent under your watch. It's even harder when it's in the line of duty.
I've worried about Clever Boy a lot today. He doesn't have school to distract him and keep him busy and he lives in a really rural part of our community so it's not like he can just walk next door and find someone to hang out with. I hope he's finding something to keep him busy (he does love to read) and that he and his Dad can, finally, hopefully, find some common ground and do some Dad and Son things. But I still worry.
God Bless Clever Boy and his Mom. Rest in Peace Sgt.