Veterans Day
Monday November 11th 2019, 10:13 pm
Filed under: Family,History,Life

All day long I’ve been remembering that Veterans’ Day when I was on my way to Cottage Knits, my route taking me past Golden Gate National Cemetery.

As I waited at the light at the corner that edges two sides of it, there was an elderly man near the end of the row. He was stooped, his head was bowed, his white hair blowing in the wind and chill, his face the picture of grief. I wanted to leap over the fence and hold him up. To somehow ease his unspeakable pain.

This pageĀ says moreĀ than I ever could.

Love you, Dad. Miss you, Dad. Thank you for offering your life for our ideals and for our whole world’s sake.

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You are so right….that says it well.

Comment by Ruth 11.12.19 @ 12:00 am

Love it! It’s now on my feed.

Comment by Jayleen Hatmaker 11.12.19 @ 10:03 am

Thanks for saying this. I mentioned yesterday, as we took off the poppies we wear on our lapels at this time of year, that Canada does this one right. I never felt the whole nation stop, growing up in the US. (I felt it in Israel, when we remembered during the right holiday there, the cars stopped in the street and everyone stood where they were, in shops and by their cars, remembering who was lost.) Here, In Canada, at 11 am, everybody stops. RIP, brave soldiers.

Comment by Joanne 11.12.19 @ 10:45 am

Yes, that captures it very well indeed.

Comment by ccr in MA 11.12.19 @ 3:51 pm

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