For many of us, Memorial Day conjures up images of wreath-laying and half-staffed ensigns; quiet falling across ancient battlefields; cemeteries that may be interrupted by the punctuating sound of taps and barely audible prayers; and, rivers of tears that fall from grave faces. It is a day of reflection—a day of solemn remembrance. While some folks are eager to have a day off of work or enjoy the first big backyard barbecue heralding that summer is on its way, the meaning behind the day is not forgotten. We each honor and remember in ways that we were raised or in ways that are representative of our collective appreciation.

Countless people have a significantly deep connection with Memorial Day; a sobering one. A reality that causes them to reflect every day as they mourn losses greater than ever anticipated. Too many personally know the greatest sacrifice. Far too many homes host burial flags on behalf of a grateful Nation. These loved ones know an entirely different day, and one that may not always be filled with fireworks and parties. They are the ones who continuously come to my mind each and every year at this time. My heart aches for them—people I do not even know, from places I have never been, all over this country and the world.

It goes without saying that we each have our own memories, traditions and lifestyles, and will recognize the day in our own individual ways. Regardless, the rare few who do not always contemplate the meaning, hopefully remember that Memorial Day is more than just a day off, more than the unofficial kick-off to the summer. It is a symbol of our country and our people. It is non-partisan and cross-cultural. A Nation remembers equally the men and women who have died serving our country. As military spouses and families, we remember our neighbors and friends: the widows and widowers, children and parents, left behind to march on.