I suppose we all have a tough time every year to deal with. Okay, maybe only those of us over the age of 58 can say that. Maybe its Christmas or a special family holiday when you realize that the person who you loved so much was truly not coming back. For me, the week leading up to Memorial Day is the worst. If you follow my blog even slightly, you know that my dad John was the one person in my life that provided so much inspiration into who I ended up being. Navy man, patriot, Christian, man of character… but also flawed in some ways that aren’t important.
I adore the flag as a symbol of freedom. We treat it with reverence as a way to show our fealty to its importance as an emblem of Freedom around the globe. Do you want to know how I know that for sure? I have seen it with my own eyes. In the far corners of the world there are cemeteries filled with men and women who never made it home. They gave their lives so that others may live in freedom. it is humbling.
Today was a reminder that John was a representative of a free people in his love for that flag and what it represented. We went to a small hometown cemetery in West Newton PA and observed the great spirit of service he would have appreciated. God Bless the men and women who still volunteer to remember the wonderful gifts of their friends, family and neighbors who made sure we could celebrate freedom. Words fail but pictures don’t… Thank you West Newton Pennsylvania…
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