Monday, May 31, 2010

WE REMEMBER

Today we remember the fallen, and pay them tribute. Our family is among the lucky; as many of us as have served in the military, none of our family died in war.

My brothers, husband, uncles, and dad--all did their service. Dad was a twenty-year man, and was retired when he died, two and a half years ago, but he served overseas during World War II.

We were, as I say, lucky, and kept Dad until he was nearly 90. We remember him, with love, every day.


I wish that all families were so fortunate, and that their heroes walked with them, held their hands, carried their children, smiled into loved ones' eyes. We honor the fallen, and grieve with the ones left behind.

Last night I had the strangest dream, I never dreamed before.
I dreamed the world had all agreed to put an end to war.
And I dreamed I saw a mighty room, and the room was filled with men,
And the papers they were signing said they'd never fight again.
And the people in the streets below were all dancing 'round and 'round,
And guns, and swords, and uniforms, were scattered on the ground.

Last night I had the strangest dream, I never dreamed before.
I dreamed the world had all agreed to put an end to war.

words and music by Ed McCurdy
The last photo is from http://swifteconomics.com

5 comments:

MagdaleneJewels said...

I think this was one of the most powerful blogs I have read in a long time - I could feel every breath of that poem. How lucky you were to live with a hero - your Dad! What a beautiful photo in the cemetery. Is that you? I am right there praying with you, honoring all those who went to war for us.

storybeader said...

very moving photographs. Hope you had a good family day.

Splendid Little Stars said...

Thanks for sharing! simply a wonderful post!

memoriesforlifescrapbooks said...

A big thank you to all of your family members who have served!!!
I love that poem...and I hope it can one day be more than a dream!

Mollye said...

Your daddy was a doll!

I loved your post until I got to the last picture. I actually did that same thing when my husband died 10 years ago. I went to the cemetery twice a day for over 6 months and one night found myself lying across his grave wailing and was probably close to midnight and then became aware of seemingly hundreds of eyes eyeing me from a distance which were cayotes. It scard the hell out of me and I never went back at night. But I sure can relate to her grief. Love ya sister.

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