Memorial Day Weekend is here. This is a time when we are to pay our respects to the dead, visit cemeteries, leave flowers. Well, one outta three ain't bad, right? For the second year in a row, I'm more than 1,000 miles away from my husband's grave on Memorial Day weekend. For the second year in a row, it sucks. (And the year before that, we lost some friends in a car crash, and that sucked pretty hard too.) This weekend has a different significance for me now and, as long as I'm living this far away, brings a heavy mixture of guilt and homesickness, rolled into a ball and coated with the salt of my tears.