Gold Star Spouses Day was April 5th. Yesterday. And I totally forgot all about it. To tell you the truth, I’m a little ashamed of that fact. More than a little, if I’m being honest.

Ironically, my wife asked me over dinner last evening if I was going to write anything about the day.

Memories started flooding back into my head and I felt a bit sick to my stomach. How many memorials have there been? How many grieving widows did I give comfort to? Has my life become so far removed from their pain that I do not even remember?

For those of you who may not be aware, April 5th of every year has been set aside to pay tribute to the sacrifices of the husbands and wives of our fallen comrades. We celebrate their lives, their memories, and their achievements. These were spouses, sons, daughters, dear friends, and teammates who didn’t get to come home like we did. They never got that welcome home party or long-missed kiss. They never got another hug from their kids or got to read them another bedtime story. They gave all, and dammit, the least we can do is remember that with a nod, a smile, and a toast of our glass. That’s what I’m doing this evening in my private remembrance.