Your Country Thanks You

Tuesday was Veteran's day. I've always been proud of my Dad's service to our country but I could not help but feel just a bit more connected to it all when I flipped through the paper and saw a picture of a boy of 9 or so placing a wreath on his Dad's tombstone in a military cemetery. Every since Dad was diagnosed I've been back to my feelings as a boy and there I was again lost without him - yet proud. It took a long long time and I'm thankful for the blessing of that time. But in the end... yes he died in the line of duty - serving his country. I'm sure he was a hero in small ways.. and maybe even bigger ways than we may ever know.. but he did his best and served his country and died because of his service so although he may not been noticed in name in services, I still hope he was there in the thoughts and prayers of so many who said thanks to the men and women who serve and have died in service to our country. I guess this is also on my mind as Dad's flag from retiring from active service has been on my busy desk for the past month.. sitting silently with me each day...