Originally posted, May 2012
I’ve been thinking a lot about that sneaky word – Someday…
… about how I let it rob me of time I thought I had… and what am I going to do about that now?
… about my parents as they face major change. As Mom said the other day, “he just never thought this would end”.
… about these soldiers who thought ~~ someday I will be home… marry her… finish school… buy a house.
Was someday supposed to end like this? Really?
I’ve been to Washington D.C. many times, but last year was my first visit to the WWII Memorial.
We found my Dad’s name on the list of Honorees…
…there he is… Robert H. Jamison – Seattle, Washington – U.S. Army
He was a lucky one. He came home and pursued his somedays. And like most of us… he let a lot of them slip through his fingers.
That is a lot of somedays never realized.
To the lives each star represents, to the sons and daughters they never knew, to the moms and pops and sweethearts who answered the knock at the door… my deepest and forever thank you.
To those of us living in a land bought and paid for by unimaginable sacrifice… how can we do less than live each day to the full? How do we dare waste another minute?
The best thanks… live the life you were created for.