For some reason, Memorial day is always really hard for me. It was my dad’s favorite holiday. He would ALWAYS take me to the Water Works park in Woodville for the service when I was little and taught me to respect and appreciate the freedoms our fallen sevicemen and women had given us… the past 4 Memorial days w/o him have been rougher than any other anniversary or holiday for me. Weird… I guess it’s because it’s him I’m memorializing now… *shrug* He’d go over there to the park every single year…rain or shine, alone or with me and/or mom… He hated his stint in the Army during Viet Nam (in Panama…) but he never once complained that he had to do it. He understood his duty and served with honor.

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