MEMORIAL DAY GRATITUDE!

Veterans are special!

Daddy being chief among them!

I still recall the story prim and proper Mother told of taking a bus to Indianapolis to greet my wounded in the leg Daddy. He was returning from Lety in the Philippines where he was shot by a sniper in a tree as he led his platoon. Some, Daddy included, had walked through their own shoes.

Mother was in a taxi approaching hotel with rollers still in her hair when she saw Daddy crossing the street. 

Forget the rollers! She jumped out of the "cab" and ran to him. Though injured, he picked her up and swung her around.

The most wonderful memory in her life!

MEMORIAL DAY 2023

GOD BLESS AMERICA!

            Unity without required uniformity

LAND OF THE FREE!!

            So in need of God's Presence

ONE NATION UNDER GOD!!!

            My umbrella of protection---no where else I had rather be

MONDAY OOPS

5/27/13 Today has been a "puddling" kind of day for me as the sadness of missing Daddy continued throughout the day. Daddy didn't die on the battlefield but he was severely wounded on the island of Leyte in the Philippines. The day after his wounding his entire platoon was wiped out while on patrol under the soldier who took Daddy's place. A big part of him died that day in a trauma that stayed with him throughout his life.

But God.......reminded me that today is Monday and on this blog Monday means meditating on scripture. 

A gift bag was the prompted meditation .....
the gift bag had the needed verse to free me from the oops of sadness.

It is for freedom God has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do no commit again to a yoke of slavery.

(Galatians 5:1)

MISSING "MY" VET

5/27/13 A few days ago, grandson Owen sobbed. Inconsolable was the word his mommy used. He could only tell her that he was sad. When his heaving sobs finally lessened, she asked why he was sad. His response made me sad as well.

"I miss my old great grandaddy,"

"Which one?" Mommy asked.

"You know---the one I pushed down the hall in his "stroller."

"Grandaddy Brud," his mommy knowingly replied.

My response today is, "I miss him too, Owen. This is my 2nd "Memorial Day" without him."