I am proud to have veterans in my family. I am grateful for their service. My mother sent this picture of my grandfather’s plate at Arlington National Cemetery this morning.
Somewhere Pop-Pop Al is in his chair telling a story that we have all heard before. We are laughing as if it was the first time we’ve heard it.
Last year for Veteran’s day I wrote about the American Dream. I’m still living it. If you are, too, thank a veteran.
My Pop rests in a Vet’s cemetery in Nevada. Just a jarhead, he would say. I think he’s telling some tales of his own somewhere.
Yes. Just yes to this. My father is also in the columbarium at Arlington. And my grandfather was also named Al. :) Two of the best men I have ever known.
Thank you, Kris, for doing what I could not — visiting my father on Veteran’s Day. It’s been almost eighteen months that he’s been gone, and I still drive by Arlington Cemetery but cannot go in. To do so would be to really think about how he’s gone. Thank you for the rose and for being stronger than I am. Happy Veteran’s Day, Dad!