Like a ton of other Americans, I don't give proper attention to Memorial Day. I always usually take time to pause to try and think about the true meaning of the day... but (again) like a ton of other Americans, the day rushes by me in a "Welcome to Summer" kick-off rather than it's intended purpose.
This year is different.
This year, at 12:00am (on the dot!) of Memorial Day, I did some online shopping. I bought a case for this flag:
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My Daddy was a veteran. We talked about his service throughout my life, but not to the extent that I totally grasped what he did. He told more stories of what it was like hanging out with his Army buddies than of his duties... but I know his service changed him.
Now, like so many people across our country, I have this flag in my home (soon to be in my brother's) as a "thank you" for that service.
It's humbling. And though my Daddy didn't lose his life while he was serving, he was a veteran. For that, I am thankful.
I'm proud to be his daughter.
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In memory.
This year is different.
This year, at 12:00am (on the dot!) of Memorial Day, I did some online shopping. I bought a case for this flag:
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My Daddy was a veteran. We talked about his service throughout my life, but not to the extent that I totally grasped what he did. He told more stories of what it was like hanging out with his Army buddies than of his duties... but I know his service changed him.
Now, like so many people across our country, I have this flag in my home (soon to be in my brother's) as a "thank you" for that service.
It's humbling. And though my Daddy didn't lose his life while he was serving, he was a veteran. For that, I am thankful.
I'm proud to be his daughter.
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