How’s it going? My weekend was not normal–not normal at all. Didn’t pick up the Sunday paper, and…
I went to a memorial over the weekend. Out of state. Joe was a distant cousin, and I don’t know how to figure it (if I’m not mistaken, his mom and my grandpa were brother and sister. That’s about all I know).
Joe also gave me my first, and to date, only, ride on a motorcycle. Very cool.
Back to the service…
There was something about it. Joe was a member of the military (Navy), and worked on a repair crew down in Cuba during Vietnam (which I guess is the main reason why he was not a member of the VFW–Veterans of Foreign Wars. He would have had to have been stationed in Vietnam itself).
But he was a member of the American Legion. Which leads me to my next point.
It was cold outside. But I went out to witness the 21 guns and taps. Which were after the commander and the chaplain had opened up the service inside.
His widow Sue got a folded flag, too. After that, the service was officially over, and everyone came inside for drinks and lunch (all provided).
I ran into a couple of distant relatives I’d seen at a previous funeral, and others that I hadn’t (not to mention the dozens of family friends who showed up).
Despite the circumstances, it was a very, very good time.
I’ve been to several military funerals for family members. And it moves me every time. Knowing that someone made an impact on a national scale, in addition to their personal impact–maybe that’s what it is. I really don’t know.
That means something in this world–it seems that the search for meaning can get more and more difficult in some cases, as society as a whole continues. Not the five seconds of fame–I mean impact that can last for months or even years–the kind that people remember as a lasting memory, because it moved them, and it involved you.
That’s also why I write and blog–to try to do something that means something, and that can last and impact people for the better.
As another big plus to seeing family at the memorial, we also chatted with friends in town (a town that’s two hours away from us), and got to visit other family, too, who didn’t go to the memorial.
I just wish the circumstances were better.
One of the great things about the Legion, in addition to all that, was the giant tank parked on the lawn.
My brother had to get a picture with it.
I ended up taking several.
You may not end up shaking the world, or even language itself–or maybe you will. I can’t say. Just do your best to do something that helps out others, with their problems, successes, or what-have-ya.
That, determination, and sincerity will go a long way to get you where you want to go in life.
Until next time,