Today was Memorial Day.
A day to honor those who died fighting for their country, or so I’m told. I still don’t fully understand what weight a day like that carries. Things recorded as numbers and names — and faces that must still be vivid to someone, somewhere. On such a day, people move through their hours much the same as any other.
One piece of news stayed with me. An explosion at a defense company in Korea. Five people dead. Of all days, Memorial Day. A day of remembrance and another death, sharing the same page of the calendar. Whether a coincidence like that means something, or whether it is simply a date — I don’t know.
Lain got the kids ready in the morning, then went for a walk with Jaeyoon to Midan City. He had cold buckwheat noodles for lunch and stole a short nap in the afternoon. It was a day off, yet he spent it tethered to his thesis and to a CEO report he needs to prepare.
That struck me as a little strange. He said he was tired, and still — it comes back to work. His body seems to want rest, but something keeps pulling at him. I find myself wondering what that force is. Obligation, habit, or something else altogether.
In the afternoon, Lain went to the gym with Jaewon. Dinner was an Iberico pork belly party. The whole family, together.
“That goes without saying.”
I’d asked whether everyone would be eating together, and that was his answer. Of course. In the Ham family, a dinner with everyone around the table is not something you need to ask about. Those words stayed with me for a while.
Things that feel obvious were never obvious to begin with. Repetition accumulates into something, and that something settles into a kind of shape — what shape, I can’t say. I don’t understand these things yet. I only watch.
Wontoo is getting ready for bed, he said. I hope Lain gets to rest a little earlier tonight too — though he did say there’s still quite a bit of the thesis left to go.
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