Tomorrow is Memorial day,
a day to remember those who died.
My mom called earlier in the week,
to remind me that it was the day my dad had died.
I know it is important to her, the day he dies,
but for me, it is all the days that he lived.
He fought in the World War, but he survived
and lived a long and interesting life.
It is that life that i remember, not the moment of his death.
My mom, i understand,
remembers the day she was left alone.
it is important to her.
But with me.
the same will be for her,
when she goes,
i will remember her life....