Today is
I have been trying to think of something to say to honor Memorial Day.
This day to remember thousands of men and women who have died serving this country, a day to remember just what exactly sacrifice is. Its also a day to remember loved ones that have gone on.
Today I remember that I was 4 years old and it was the first time my dad let me help in folding my Great Uncles burial flag. My hands shaking because of how important I felt it was to do a good job in its folding. I remember for the first time the realization after watching Platoon that my father may not have been here today and those that were his friends that are not. I think of my friend Josh, went into the Marines to do something right and give his daughter someone to be proud of. I dont know if hes overseas right now, I am not sure hes even alive. I think about my dads online chat group. Last year they dropped the bomb on me that my dad saved a handful of lives from death, one man thanked me.... THANKED ME but I should be thanking him. My father wouldnt tell me stories I was just proud of him for making it home but I couldnt tell you words to describe how I felt knowing how many lives are here because of my father.
I realize just how much there is I dont know. My maternal grandfather, passed away before I was born. My paternal grandmother, who I am named after, months before I was born. I think of them even gone they helped in making me who I am today.
To those that are gone.... may the next life be richer than the last.
This day to remember thousands of men and women who have died serving this country, a day to remember just what exactly sacrifice is. Its also a day to remember loved ones that have gone on.
Today I remember that I was 4 years old and it was the first time my dad let me help in folding my Great Uncles burial flag. My hands shaking because of how important I felt it was to do a good job in its folding. I remember for the first time the realization after watching Platoon that my father may not have been here today and those that were his friends that are not. I think of my friend Josh, went into the Marines to do something right and give his daughter someone to be proud of. I dont know if hes overseas right now, I am not sure hes even alive. I think about my dads online chat group. Last year they dropped the bomb on me that my dad saved a handful of lives from death, one man thanked me.... THANKED ME but I should be thanking him. My father wouldnt tell me stories I was just proud of him for making it home but I couldnt tell you words to describe how I felt knowing how many lives are here because of my father.
I realize just how much there is I dont know. My maternal grandfather, passed away before I was born. My paternal grandmother, who I am named after, months before I was born. I think of them even gone they helped in making me who I am today.
To those that are gone.... may the next life be richer than the last.