Memorial Day, 2014
I’m thinking of my Uncle John today and all my now questions unasked and his stories never told.
I remember my mother saying that he had been part of the troops of the Normandy Invasion and fought on through the end of the war. I really had no idea then what that even meant. I regret that I never took the time to ask, listen and understand his part in the events that shaped our world. I regret that I never thought to thank him and appreciate his heart of courage.
But what I do remember and so appreciate was his great smile that showed forth his joy of being with us. Maybe that is all that really matters now.