Two things, for the eve of Memorial Day:

1) One of my favorite essays about memory and loss - I think I've posted it pretty much every year.

I go because I believe that no matter where you came from or what you believed in, when you die, you want flowers on your grave and people who visit you and remember you that way.

I’m not any kind of traitor or any kind of hero. I am the sister of Rogelio Bautista, and I say his name so you will hear it and be one more person that remembers him.

2) Another favorite: a song about fighting the good fight. 

We have the right to insist to be free and brave/

If that should cease to exist, I'll throw my heart away

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