I’ve mentioned it before but I’ll say it again, we are a very patriotic family. This is partly due to the fact that Greg and I both have family members that have served. I feel like we would be no matter what but this has definitely shaped our outlook and feelings on service to our country.
My grandpa served in WWII. While he didn’t like to talk about it much, he was a prisoner of war and was in a concentration camp. He did write a book about his experiences. He self published it and only made a handful of copies for his children. I have read some of it years ago but have never finished it. I’d really love too one of these days if I can talk it out of my families hand !
I mean just look at him! So proud and happy. He went through some horrible things while he was captured. Things that affected him throughout his entire life. I can’t even imagine the things he saw, felt, went through.
This photo was put into the book I mentioned above. He came back to us , and for that I’m grateful for, so many others did not. I remember him as a kind, stubborn, big hearted man. I could do no wrong in his eyes which helped. He let me put curlers in his hair, paint his fingernails, and curl up in his lap to watch Scooby doo or Johnny quest. I know he wasn’t perfect but he was a good man. He loved his family and provided for them well. He had a love of one piece leisure suits and his corduroy arm chair that smelled like aftershave and farts.( he’d smack me right now if he could)
My grandparents used to come and visit us from Louisiana clear to Utah from time to time. This was from one of those trips. He loved spending time by the fire with Prince our cat lounging in his lap.
I miss him. Things weren’t always smooth but that’s family. You have your issues, you work them out and you move on. Veterans Day is special , I always think about him, but especially on that day.
Once upon a time my cousin and I were going out to lunch and we happened upon on of those tables where the veterans sit handing out hand made poppies. I went over to chat with them and we ended up talking about my grandpas service and the man’s as well. When we were done, I thanked him for his service and gave him a hug ( I’m a hugger) and it was as if neither of us wanted to let go. We had a real heart felt connection that meant the world to both of us. I have never forgotten that even though it was at least 12 years ago.
Another close family member that has served is Greg’s dad. He was in a different war, drafted right out of high school for Vietnam. Much like my grandfather he doesn’t like to talk much about his time in the service but we are proud of him nonetheless. They are both very modest men, the ” do what needs to be done” type. Greg’s dad has a deep seated respect that cannot be denied for this country and I love to witness it when I can.
The things that these men did so that we could have our freedoms is nothing short of amazing. We live today free because of them and countless others who put their lives on the line to protect us and our way of life. Everyday is Veterans Day as far as I’m concerned. I thank them every chance I get, they did what I could not. So God bless you Veterans!
Till next time!