Memorial Days

Memorial Day in my family is kind of an odd situation. First off, one of the main reasons at least my dad's side of the family is in the United States is because several of his brothers enlisted and served in the United States Navy. Second of all, my family is very dysfunctional they always are fighting with each other either up front or quietly. My little nuclear family is considered the middle divider with my dad being the mediator. There is no strict sense of respect to the elder siblings within my dad's family, nor is there direct respect for the sons who surrendered 20+ years of service in the military in order to bring the family to these United States of America. So looking at my Memorial Day (we had a picnic in a park), I found a new reality in that my uncles mad a sacrifice in order for me to live in this country so that I (inadvertently because I wasn't born yet) could have my life, my liberty, and my pursuit of happiness.