Having recently completed a post on Memorial Day, I reread the Memorial Day post from last year. In that, I did not concentrate so much on the soldiers I did this year as I spoke of my time in Ohio, which was at once wonderful and sad. I did say I thought of those who deserved my tomorrow, however. I was thinking of those who did not return from combat, so many of them the young who should have had very many tomorrows to look forward to.
I had betrayed my tomorrows. On that trip to Ohio, I did not do so and I was glad, for I have made a habit of betraying many tomorrows. I betrayed them with the hubris of thinking I had another day to live, not realizing each day was a gift. I betrayed them by staying complacent and aloof when there were people to whom I must tell the most important things. I thought any of the those young who gave up their lives would have certainly done this and would have more certainly done more with the todays and tomorrows that were given to me. Ultimately I betrayed them. They had given up their tomorrows for me and this nation and even that which is greater than this nation and what had I done with all the tomorrows they deserved that were given to me? I had done something with a few, but with many more I did nothing.
The living just don’t get it. I thought of those soldiers who died on foreign soil, a few known to those very close to me. I thought too of Marina. She would have done something with my today and tomorrow (if I am granted that) even if it were eating cotton candy and being on a merry-go-round. Even that would be more than I had done.
And today I did a few things. The day was productive. But what had I really done? I had many opportunities to bring healing to another and I did not. I had many opportunities for righteous fight, but I remained silent. If nothing else I could have gone out and walked the neighborhood at the magic hour and appreciated that I had a today and would more than likely have a tomorrow. I did not even do that. Marina would have done it. She would have probably done it with a jump rope or a box of candy. The young men who died on foreign soil would have done the same, likely hand in hand with their ally and companion in a world that demands we have such a person. Of course I did not.
The sun sets over the Midwestern metropolis, but tomorrow is another day. I will in all likelihood and with God’s grace wake up. I will wake up and have another day for righteous fight and wondrous play. Most of us will, though many will not. It may be trite to say we must live for today, but if we want to honor tomorrow that is what we will do when the sun rises. And if on that new day our lives are required of us we should be like those who made our tomorrows possible and do one thing that will make a tomorrow possible for another.