Back in the spring, the Vietnam Memorial Moving Wall came to one of our local towns. It is a smaller, to scale version of the Memorial Wall in Washington, DC. I’ve seen the replica wall before and it is still surprising at how moving and emotional it can be to visit.
If you have the opportunity to see it in your own area, take it. It is paid for through donations, so you can pay what you can afford and take as muich time as you need for your visit.
There is an area where you can look up family members or friends who may be engraved on the wall, and you can have the opportunity to take a pencil engraving.
There is the continual hum of all of the names being read while you visit.
Never make plans. They never work out. Actually, that’s not entirely true. I planned a mini-retreat for this week. Take some time for myself to get my head on straight and my spirit centered before the kids are home for the summer. I planned for the part of the week after Memorial Day since there was only one appointment on my calendar and no school obligations after everyone went back to school and work after the Memorial Day holiday. Our house has been pretty clutter-free for the past couple of weeks, so I enjoy being there again. I mentioned to my husband last week while I was sitting in my corner office that I didn’t want to leave the house. I really liked being there. But let’s be real, if I stay home to write, I’d end up watching Supernatural or The Walking Dead reruns on Netflix. I have the rest of the month for that.
I started thinking about what I wanted to do this week and separately what I wanted to accomplish. I’d attend Mass on Tuesday and Wednesday. I’ve been missing the daily masses both by not attending and also missing them deeply. I’d start my day with G-d, leaving the house at 8:30 and planning to return by 3 when the kids came home from school. It sounds like a good plan, doesn’t it?