November 11 is the day my sons and I take our annual memorial walk through the Veterans Cemetery. It's quite a sight to see thousands of USA flags whipping with the wind beside every grave. Many have been buried with honors of United States Veteran, but none as special as our own. Pop served as a young man in the Korean War aboard a naval ship. He told many stories of cooking for the hundreds of (mostly) men on that boat. However, until his death we never knew of the medals and honors the Navy had bestowed on him. Not that it matters; we loved him because of who he was, not what he'd done. Last fall Nanny joined his earthly shell as her body was laid to rest with his. This year Nicholas learned a little more about the Pop he never knew and he remembered Nanny; he was saddened to realize, again, that she wasn't coming home. It was no easier remembering and missing them this week than it was the day they left us. These are the reasons we long for heaven and say, Come quickly Lord Jesus, come.
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