response

Last weekend I volunteered at a TAPS event in the Dallas Fort Worth area. This weekend aligned with a fallen parents birthday, so at dinner we decided to sing happy birthday. And they asked us to use our loved one's name. I have not sang that song with his name in probably 6 years. I was surprised how much it hurt the back of my throat and the residual sting in my eyes. In 1989, we were at Garden of the Gods around his birthday and I bought him a hostess cupcake and added some candles to it. The journey started for us then. That was a lifetime ago but I remember and his legacy lives.