This is my first Memorial Day weekend without my dad. He passed away in November. For most of my adult life, death arrived through my friends. Men and women I served with. People who died in combat, or from what combat left behind. Memorial Day once felt like the start of summer. Beaches and barbecues with friends who would later die in wars. I found its true meaning this January, at a remembrance for my father. Combat veterans showed up to celebrate his life. Some took a red eye, landed in the morning, and were gone by evening. People who have fought together share a sacred bond. They understand that hard things are accomplished through trust, compassion, and the willingness to learn from mistakes and drive on. I miss my dad. I miss my friends. I miss my extended family. But rejoice. Enjoy your Memorial Day.
He was a great father and mentor looking at this picture of the two of you. He seems very kind! He will forever be a part of you!
God bless you sir! You are a living #AmericanHero and your father is too. He also lives on in your great memories…
Love ya brother!
The time we share with our parents often feels ordinary in the moment, but impossibly short when they’re no longer beside us.