 Morning Light I look out the kitchen window to check how much shoveling is ahead of me this morning. The neighbor's lights greet as they cast long shadows across the snow covered cove. Sunrise will illuminate in a couple of hours. But for now, a warm concoction brews in my French press.
I've fond memories of shoveling winter's white with my youngest. Like me, he enjoys menial tasks. We'd often chat as we worked or we'd simply enjoy companionable silence. My son is long since grown and lives in a different state where he's building a life with his family. But though he no longer accompanies me on chilly mornings, today he is very much near in my heart.
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 God bless America land that I love. Stand beside her and guide her through the night with the Light from above The Fourth of July, to me, always represented food, fun and fireworks. But standing at attention, listening to the National Anthem, watching our flag wave against a brilliant sky, I could not stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. Having had been recently deployed to Iraq to serve at the beginning of the war campaign, It was unfathomable my own child was embroiled in this conflict. In the wake of 9/11, I hung on every word the media transmitted regarding the Middle East. I felt terror at the thought of the atrocities my oldest son was experiencing. Then, to double my fears and anxieties, when controversial news hit the airwaves regarding our military personnel's conduct and United State citizens turned on our soldiers, my youngest enlisted in support of his brother. Thank you, Jesus, both of my sons made it home at the end of their service. “And the truth is that all veterans pay with their lives. Some pay all at once, while others pay over a lifetime.” - JM Storm Today, I honor my sons and those of my family who served and all our veterans who paid an incomprehensible price to secure our freedom, our quality of life. My oldest son served in Kosovo and Iraq My youngest son served in Iraq and subcontracted in Afghanistan My niece served in Korea My nephew served in Afghanistan My daughter-in-law served in Iraq and Afghanistan Veteran's Day and July 4th's holiday hold greater meaning because of you. And though thank you sounds so hollow, I thank you. You are dearly loved. |
AuthorAs a young adult, I believed there to be a point of arrival; a place where internal struggles with fear or anger or confusion give way to assurance and appropriate displays of passion and clarity of thought and direction. Where striving with relationships transform into understanding and acceptance and the propensity to self-protect shifts to trust and confident vulnerability. However, to my dismay, I was startled to learn, through a friend in her 80s, my perception was most definitely a misconception. Archives
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