The sadness comes and goes as I remember his voice loud & clear. Who am I? Who am I? I’m PAPA! With a deep laugh and strong pat on the back. This is my family! Pointing to each one of us as he gazed around the room. I will never forget our last conversation- the day our first Black president was inaugurated.
You see, this is one of those days that he truly enjoyed. He was proud to be an American; proud to have served his country. He would definitely be watching the specials honoring our troops & listening to the radio programs doing the same. Now, he is resting, free from all the pain. So I pray for my family; for their comfort & their strength as we all remember.
I hear my Granny’s words- “You did it your way. All is well.”
I hear my Aunt’s words- “He would be proud of me.”
I hear my Mama’s words- “Pop was driving by the school & when he saw that we were having our Veteran’s Day ceremony, he turned around, got out of the car, and stood there, proud as ever, taking it all in until the program was over. It’s going to be hard for me this year.”
Well ya’ll. All is well, he is proud, and although it’s hard, we still have each other. We are amazing because of him; each in our own way. And we will never forget. How can we? With so many coined phrases, memories, and high expectations.
Today, I’m proud to be an American- it meant so much to him.
Yes Pop. I’m being a good girl & I’ll always say my prayers. I'll see you in my dreams…
We love you & you are truly missed!
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