Recently we visited a War World 2 cemetery. Its kind of overwhelming to think of all the different kinds of people that came together. There were Muslim graves:
Sikh and Hindu graves:
Australians, British, Americans, and more. Just there in silent tribute, row upon row.
I couldn't help but remember Sam C who got to go to North Africa to visit a family member's memorial. Here we were, living in a faraway place that so many families would probably love to visit but won't be able to experience. And we're just reminded of how much people have sacrificed.
Death can be such a reminder for us that we are all timed. It doesn't feel much like it today, probably, but the clock is ticking on all of us. And from the greatest to the least we will all, eventually, be pretty well forgotten. Our memory, our accomplishments, exactly what made us us will vanish and we'll be like this guy: A Solider. Nameless.
I couldn't help but remember Sam C who got to go to North Africa to visit a family member's memorial. Here we were, living in a faraway place that so many families would probably love to visit but won't be able to experience. And we're just reminded of how much people have sacrificed.
Death can be such a reminder for us that we are all timed. It doesn't feel much like it today, probably, but the clock is ticking on all of us. And from the greatest to the least we will all, eventually, be pretty well forgotten. Our memory, our accomplishments, exactly what made us us will vanish and we'll be like this guy: A Solider. Nameless.
But for now we're not nameless, not faceless, not forgotten. Remembering is important, so is honoring. Looking on true sacrifice and being in awe. Its important and we should do it more often.
1 comment:
Interesting - somehow I only thought of this scenario as an American thing. Shows how small-minded we can be sometimes.
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