For Dad

On Thanksgiving day, my dad passed away.

He had lived a long, healthy and active life. I'll always admire him for his sense of duty, his work ethic, his love for family, and his ability to ski until age 75. He never missed any of my sporting events or music performances. He was always my supporter and fan. I'm grateful for him and his influence in my life. I have been a parent long enough now to truly appreciate him as my father. He had a big heart and he always meant well. I know he loved me.

My dad's passing provided me an unplanned trip back to the United States. It was wonderful to be there with my siblings and extended family. My sweet husband and oldest son met me there in time for the funeral. It was a good week filled with nostalgic, fun moments and even lots of laughs. Thankfully, my younger four kids did just fine without parents in a foreign country for several days. :)

My dad had served in the United States Air Force during the Korean conflict. Because of his service, he was buried with military rites. At the graveside service, I watched the men and women in uniform as they placed the American flag on my dad's casket and later presented it to his wife. It was a meaningful moment for me. Among other things, I felt a great gratitude for being American. I have come to realize that there are many good, free countries to live in. Many nations provide opportunity for their people. But that day I felt grateful for my good, free country. I felt stirrings in my heart at the sight of my flag. In addition to the wonderful feelings and memories of my dad that filled my mind and heart that day, I felt gratitude for my country that day.

Grateful to have my husband and son beside me.