Friday, July 8, 2016

Heroes




Forgive me, but I have no electricity right now so I am having to do this from my cell phone and I do not have my personal library of photos available to me.

Obviously, I did not take this picture. It was taken during WWII in the Philippines. The young Army Air Corps man on the right is my grandfather. He served his country, his family and United Air Lines well. He also filled in for my dad after my dad left. He was my hero. Strong and quiet and good.

He passed on Thanksgiving of 2007 and I was in the room when he breathed his last. Selfishly, I miss him today. Especially if something is broken or I don't know what to do. He always seemed to know.

My grandmother is counting her final days. It won't be long as cancer does what cancer does. She speaks of him often lately. I don't know what happens when we die. I hope she gets to see him again the way she speaks if it happening. She seems to speak of him as a young one speaks of their sweetheart. It is adorable and bitter sweet.

Me? I am sometimes like a little boy or a young man who just needs wisdom. So I sometimes close my eyes and remember not only the things he said, but what he did. We need that.

Many of us had someone that was not only a hero, but a moral compass' magnetic North to keep us from getting too lost.

May we not only remember our heroes, but do as they did and be our own heroes and a hero to another lost heart in need of a compass so they may sail true in the sea of life.

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