thank you vets...

today came and today went as does any other day.

funeral's for the elderly always feel, to me, like more than just the moving on of one soul, but the slow degrade of a generation as a whole. watching those old men shoot their rifles for the 21 gun salute as they did when they were young, and listening to the wrinkled man play taps on his slightly flat trumpet that he probably learned to play in grade school, brought tears to my eyes, like always. the WWII generation slowly cascading off the face of this earth and i am here to say good bye--to cry tears of both sorrow and joy for who they are and what they were, is the least i can do to honor their memory. not that i'm all yay war or anything, but i am respectful of the decisions of our service men and women who chose to defend our country for a portion of their life. they felt it was the right thing to do, and for that i am thankful. for believing their service was what would benefit generations to come and that it would make america stronger as a whole is what i am thankful for. i don't care what the war was or the politics surrounding it, the fact that they put their lives on the front line for me, for my child, is where my heart lives.

thank you grandpa for being that for my daughter.

goodbye.