History is rife with
memorials to men, women
Plaques, stone monoliths,
statues, and buildings.
Memorials meant to remind,
honor and to cherish those
that weathered, braved, conquered,
or defied. Memorials to great people,
places and events.
Built for love like the Taj Mahal,
or built for death like the Great
Pyramids, built for honor like
the Vietnam Wall or built for
prestige like the Coliseum of Rome.
There are memorials of the spirit
as well, which are less monumental
in scope but no less worthy of remembrance.
People without monuments, plaques or
statues. People we have loved.
With only a faded or fading memory
of the sound of their laughter, their smile,
the touch of their hand or the love in their
eyes. They have the indomitable monuments
of our memory.
The history of the world may not have
been immensely changed by them, but
they are to be remembered for what they
did, and not how they should or could be
memorialized in stone or steel.
It’s all part of the same human memory,
the collective remembrance of sacrifice,
of hope against all hopes, of waking up one
day and saying, “I’m going to do it,” and
getting it done.
For the sake of family or friends,
just because someone had to do it,
because no one else would, because there’s
dignity and bravery in all our actions when we
choose to do good, to do right.
History may be rife with the towering
memorials to our past, but the true
memorial is us. To go on and pass down
the love, the kindnesses, the passions
of those that went before.
We need to take from those stone memorials
the lessons that were learned and admire
them not because they are architecturally
impressive but because of the accomplishments
A toast to a friend, a teacher, a lover, a mother or father,
with a glass of beer, wine, water or
pop can be just as monumental as the historical
landmarks we see almost daily, dotted along
our landscape. It’s Memory that is important in Memorial.