D-Day

We all know when D-Day was and what it represents. D-Day was June 6, 1944. It was the largest invasion force in history, bringing together land, air and sea forces of the allied armies. The operation delivered five naval assault divisions to the beaches of Normandy. This year (today), we remember the 78th anniversary of the invasion.

We tend to learn more when we have a personal connection to an event. We want to expand our connection – to feel personally involved, somehow.

When I was younger, I remember reading about Ann Frank and watching a movie about her and her family’s plight in WWII Germany. I felt a connection to her. She was about the same age I was and she kept a diary like I did.

As an adult, I have a different connection to WWII and D-Day. My husband’s grandfather was part of the Normandy invasion. He died approximately two weeks later.

D-day can also mean an important day. Many with chronic illnesses might refer to surgery day as d-day. I have been part of a clinical trial for the last few months. Starting the trial was a “d-day”. But, the end of the trial will also be a “d-day”.

We can plan and anticipate our “d-day” experience. However, no amount of planning can prepare us when the event arrives. I have had multiple surgeries and countless procedures. Each time is a new event with some familiar elements. A d-day is a big event. It can be a negative (surgery) or positive (wedding) or both (having a baby).

The planning and anticipation of a big event is not where the lasting impact lies. The recovery from surgery . . . the lifetime of memories after the wedding . . . family time. These are the moments that make our lives. I know life is not all sunshine and roses. We all face d-days but, life is what you make of the rest of your days.

Reflection: Today, as we remember those who stormed the beaches of Normandy, think about how that day has changed every day since.