As of yesterday, the summer season officially began. It's interesting how the season kicks off on what are a full range of emotions that are colored red, white and blue. It's Memorial Day with a weekend of vacationers and celebration and a Monday of quiet reflection.
I've always been a patriotic dude with interchangeable little medallions in case my friends lose...
(the other side of the "B" for Bernie has a peace sign on it) Remember him?
To dressing the part so both colors are represented - just to be fair, mind you.
I usually stay out of politics because we can't vote anyway (we're working on it, though), but I do get caught up in the fever of what's going on beyond my windowsill and the parish grounds.
In spite of all the celebrations for this first official weekend of the summer, we can't help but remember those who don't get to celebrate any more because they gave all they had just so we could keep those hot dogs on the grill.
For that, I'm grateful. I'm thankful, too, to everyone in the parish who served including the priests - Will who was a combat journalist with, I'm sure, a bullet fragment still lodged in his common sense, and of course, Father Jack who decided to trade his Vietnam olive drab for religiously fashionable black.
To all, thank you. You've made the red, white and blue as bright and strong as ever.
With paw ever over my heart,
Tom
7 comments:
Beautiful post! We remember our heroes each and every day.
We give thanks for the sacrifices made for our freedom on Memorial Day, and every day.
I'm talking to myself here to make sure you all can leave a comment. x - Tom
dood....manee thanx iz rite ......♥♥♥♥♥♥ two everee one who served ♥♥♥♥♥
We hope you had a great Memorial Day, Tom.
Well meowed, furriend.
Such a lovely post, Tom. We remember those who gave all for all of us every day, too.
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