I’ve been thinking a lot about that villanous word – Someday…
… about how I let it rob me and what I am going to do about it.
… about my parents as they face major change. As Mom said the other day, “he just thought this would never end”.
I imagine these soldiers thought ~ someday I will be home… marry her… finish school… buy a home.
Was someday supposed to end like this? Really?
I’ve been to D.C. many times over the years, 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 go.
A lot of somedays never realized.
To the lives each star represents, to the moms and pops and sweethearts who answered the knock at the door, the sons and daughters they never knew… 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?
I suspect the best thanks is to live the life you were created for.