Memorial Day, in the USA, is, officially, a time to remember those who have died while serving our country. My family, however, is woefully lacking in military heroes, so, we honor deceased family members. We don't worship them as in many Asian cultures, but we simply remember them. We do it because it makes us feel better, not because it brings us any kind of merit or brings any helpful anything to our dead relatives.
I want to remember my grandfather. William (Bill) Saylors. He was known as Bill, Clifton, Jelly, and most interestingly, Doll Boy. He was Doll Boy to me. I was his first grandchild and his first male decendent. He had four daughters, two of which died way too young. He was a Ford mechanic and once changed a water pump for Pretty Boy Floyd. He really loved me and I really loved him.
He took me fishing. He called me his little helper. He would roll up the windows in his truck because I wanted everyone else to think we had an air conditioner. He took me everywhere with him. He died in 1975. Even though it has been 31 years, I still really miss him. He was a great guy.