For those of you who do not live in the United States, today is Memorial Day, a day to commemorate the deaths of soldiers who "perished while in military service to their country."
My father and his three brothers served in World War II. My dad was accepted into flight school, and once he arrived it turned out he suffered from motion sickness and couldn't be a pilot. He was terribly disappointed, but he served our country in the United States teaching radio to other soldiers, while his brothers fought in Europe. As it turned out, my father's entire flight squadron was killed in WWII, and my dad survived only because he wasn't a pilot.
As the mother of a son who is almost 19, I pray that with a new president in office in November, we will work to resolve international problems with diplomacy rather than weaponry, so that mothers the world over will no longer have to commemorate the deaths of their sons and daughters. Amen!
P.S. Since Memorial Day for me is also a time for contemplation and gratitude because I realize how lucky I am that my father wasn't killed in WWII (of course he couldn't have been my dad since I was born in 1950), perhaps it should also be a time to think about our fellow bloggers who aren't feeling well.
In visiting a few blogs this morning, I see that Nancie is having health problems and family issues and has stopped posting for awhile, and Coco hasn't been feeling well either. I'm sure there are others, but I need to go offline now and can't check them out now.
Today, I'm sending positive thoughts to Nancie and Coco, and I'm sure they'd love to hear from you. Also, I want to send prayers of safety to all service people (men and women) throughout the world, especially Syd's daughter Lindsey, who's in Iraq.