Thankyou for the listening option. I found myself not breathing during the read. My mental age went back to age 10. I found myself happy that we only had 2 weeks left of school. We lived beside a cemetery so we would plant ourselves within the iron fences and make faces at the soldiers with their many filigree’s on their shoulders and hats. I never imagined the ultimate sacrifice they gave. Bravo Judiff for this memory. I had many sister Mary gumdrops who told me I would go to hell if I erased on a paper and nix on the patten leather shoes.
Your graphic is so beautiful. Thanks for writing and sharing ideas. My dad also returned from WWII and though he said little about it, we remain grateful every day. 🇺🇸💕
Beautiful piece, Judith. My dad was one of the lucky ones who came home from WWII. He's no longer here, but I still feel him anyway. I'm proud that he served. Later he became a teacher and then a park ranger... still in service to his country.
I don't know what happens when you die, either. No one can prove or disprove their beliefs in this regard. And like you, I have a sense of returning to the origin of something wholly loving. Today, I think of my dad and I like to believe that he rests in that love.
And thanks for the chuckle with regard to Sister Gumdrop! Big hugs.
Thankyou for the listening option. I found myself not breathing during the read. My mental age went back to age 10. I found myself happy that we only had 2 weeks left of school. We lived beside a cemetery so we would plant ourselves within the iron fences and make faces at the soldiers with their many filigree’s on their shoulders and hats. I never imagined the ultimate sacrifice they gave. Bravo Judiff for this memory. I had many sister Mary gumdrops who told me I would go to hell if I erased on a paper and nix on the patten leather shoes.
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Your graphic is so beautiful. Thanks for writing and sharing ideas. My dad also returned from WWII and though he said little about it, we remain grateful every day. 🇺🇸💕
I am happy you found my post and took the time to comment. This is a day of remembrance. We are grateful for those who fought for freedom.
Beautiful piece, Judith. My dad was one of the lucky ones who came home from WWII. He's no longer here, but I still feel him anyway. I'm proud that he served. Later he became a teacher and then a park ranger... still in service to his country.
I don't know what happens when you die, either. No one can prove or disprove their beliefs in this regard. And like you, I have a sense of returning to the origin of something wholly loving. Today, I think of my dad and I like to believe that he rests in that love.
And thanks for the chuckle with regard to Sister Gumdrop! Big hugs.