Freedom Isn't Free

An extra day off, BBQ’s and fun times at what we in New Jersey call “the shore,” but it is important to recognize the significance of Memorial Day. 

It is a dedication and time to remember all those who sacrificed their lives to protect our freedom as well as their families.  I am very grateful to still have my Father who served several tours in Vietnam, while he eventually came home unfortunately he had some baggage that came home with him. 

Throughout his time serving he built friendships that would last a lifetime.  As duty called many of those friends became fallen heroes.  My Father persisted on through the pain of losing those close to him and continued to fight in their honor.  He became injured during his time, but as soon as he received clearance he was back on the line.  He received a Purple Heart for his heroic efforts and very well deserved. 

Last, but certainly not least the biggest heartache for him was in losing his family.  He married a Vietnamese lady while on tour and also welcomed his first Daughter into the world.  He counted the days until he could come back home to the United States with his beautiful family.  After a long day at battle, he looked forward to going to home to be with his family.  While his home was merely a hut pretty much just good for sleeping, it didn't matter he had everything he needed.  As he approached his hut he was heartbroken to find out that it was bombed earlier that day and his Wife and Daughter did not survive.   

After his final tour ended, my Father came home, alone.  However shortly after he met a Lady in a dive bar in Brooklyn, NY.  He was so nervous throughout their entire conversation, but built the courage up to ask her on a date.  She said yes and a year later they were married and stated a new family of their own.  My Mother “Mothered” my Father for over 36 years, but unfortunately passed away at the young age of 55. 

I could never replace my Mother, but my Father still needs guidance and care so I find myself playing the role of “Little Mother.”  While he is a pest sometimes (most of the time) I wouldn't trade it for anything.  His love, support and dedication he has toward my Brother and I is priceless.  He may be a pest, but he is our pest and we thank him for all he did and continues do to for us.  

Happy Memorial Day to all, remember the true reason!