Happy Memorial Day

Thanks to Google Earth, this is about as close as I can get to visiting my Dad on Memorial Day. He's buried here, just SW of Cleveland, OH. Dad served in the Naval Reserve and was attached to a Marine unit as a medic. In his last years, he suffered from Parkinson's Disease and (unknown to us at the time, cancer). He was about to board a plane for Desert Storm (which he was quite eager to do) when someone noticed his age (50+) and had him pulled. That was one of the biggest disappointments of his life. He loved this country and wanted nothing more than to serve it.

At his eulogy, there were many uniformed people I had never seen before. They told stories of a pratical joker, a guy who disrupted meetings with charm and wit, and a comrade they'll all miss very much. As do I.

Happy Memorial Day, Dad.