and this too

And this too I’m going to leave here.

history can’t be a sword to justify injustice or a shield against progress. It must be a manual for how to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past, how to break the cycle, a roadway toward a better world. He knew that the path of grace involves an open mind. But more importantly, an open heart. ~ President Barack Obama eulogizing the Reverend Clementa Pinckney

“see you sooner”

Memorial Day isn’t just about honoring veterans. It’s honoring those who lost their lives. Veterans had the fortune of coming home. For us, that’s a reminder of when we come home we still have a responsibility to serve. It’s a continuation of service that honors our country and those who fell defending it.

~ Pete Hegseth

Years ago my Great Uncle Ernie said to me, almost verbatim, the same thing. I was thanking him, a decorated WWII 1st Lieutenant, pilot and POW, for his service and wishing him a “happy Memorial Day”. Truly I can not be more proud for his service, my Grandpap as a Navy Seabee, my father’s and step-dad’s service in the Navy and Air Force, my father in law service in the Coast Guard, my Uncle fighting as a Marine in Vietnam and my brothers’ service in the Marine Corps. But they, as Ernie reminded me, all came home to their families and lived. On Memorial Day I should be honoring the ones who gave all, and their loved ones who lost so much.

Before work this holiday weekend, I took the time to pay my respects to the American Veterans Traveling Tribute, a half-sized traveling replica of the Vietnam Veterans’ Memorial in Washington D. C. Walking along side it seeing name after name after name after name….one can not help but be overwhelmed of the enormity of the loss…names of young men and women who did not come home. It’s humbling, even for a pacifist like me. My uncles words resonated loudly in my mind as I stopped at each panel and reflected on a random name.

I stopped then at panel 23W and reflected on this name.

1st LT Sharon A. Lane of the 312th Evacuation Hospital, Chu Lai, Republic of Vietnam worked caring for injured Vietnamese as well as the most critically injured American soldiers in the surgical ICU. She wrote home upbeat letters to her parents about movies she missed, the heat and GIs in her care. Her last letter home she ended it with “see you sooner.”

On the morning of June 8, 1969, the 312th Evacuation Hospital was struck by a salvo of rockets fired by the Viet Cong.  One rocket struck between Wards 4A and 4B, killing two people and wounding another twenty-seven.  Among the dead was 1st Lt Lane, who died instantly of fragmentation wounds to the chest.  She was one month shy of her twenty-sixth birthday.

Though one of eight American military nurses who died while serving in Vietnam, Sharon Lane was the only American nurse killed as a direct result of hostile fire.

photo credit: northwestvets.com

So today I honor, remember and thank a fellow nurse who served saving lives and died in combat. Thank you 1st Lt Sharon Lane.

emotionally victimized by Shonda Rhimes

Yes, I am STILL watching Grey’s Anatomy. Yes, I know Derek is dead. Yes, I was emotional wreck about it even though it was spoiled for me about two hours before the “How to Save a Life” episode aired. No, it wasn’t because of social media friends on the East coast. It was because of my darling daughter, Abigael Rose telling me. She and her sister, Jodie have just discovered Grey’s Anatomy  thanks to Netflix. They both are finishing up Season 5 and while I have patted myself on the back for not spoiling anything for them so far…no, not even the fact that George is going to die…I just might not hold anything back the next time Abby tells me the latest happenings on Grey’s for her.

Perhaps.

Maybe.

I don’t know.

No, I won’t.

I’ll let Shonda toy with their emotions and heart like she has for the last 11 seasons.

Excuse me now, Jodie just finished watching Good Mourning and I need to be there for her because of Shonda Rhimes. We’ll be there for each other because after last night’s episode it seems that this damn carousel never stops turning. It never stops turning and you can’t get off. At least, for me, not yet.

blogtography 2014 edition

What a year, really! Ups and downs, ins and outs, milestones, laughter, tears, fears, celebrations, goodbyes and lots and lots of pictures to remember the memories made along the way. Here are fourteen because it was 2014.

car rides, spicy food and serious conversations

stopping the motion

homework help

promping v. 2014

because everyone was personally victimized by Regina George

I’m with you kid, let’s go

searching the crowd

for the daddy I love

all we really need to know we learned at dance competitions

inclusion, exclusion, privacy, the 1st day of school, and, sigh, picking the battles

life as the plumber’s wife

are you that blogger?

photo dump: walkabout edition

Santa nails it

Just fourteen moments of 2014 captured and blogged. Let’s not even begin to discuss how hard it was for me to choose.

And one more…

Early Sunday morning Buster said goodbye crossing over the Rainbow Bridge peacefully in his sleep. He was a good dog, a very good dog even if he was notoriously camera shy literally walking away almost every time I came around with my camera.. For 12 years he was a big brother to Daniel teasing and playing with Daniel in the way that only brothers do. He was a loyal companion to Bill. A playmate for Zoë. A fierce protector for us all guarding against every UPS or Fed Ex delivery truck and short bus that stopped at The Big Top. Buster’s passing indeed cast a pall over our family circus. He is missed and will be missed always and forever.

Okay, wipe your tears. Go hug your fur babies, your babies, family, friends and lovers. Happy New Year to us all! May 2015 be filled with happiness, kindness, love and much more laughter than tears.

 

 

 

date night at the museum

Wear something with sparkles, he asks. So I did; because he asked me and it’s date night.

Anything for him because it is date night!

Date Night at the Museum!

It was a perfect date night too. We held hands. Shared pretzels and cheese because popcorn is a no with braces. There was much laughter and whispered conversation about ancient Egyptian burial practice, helping to scatter his great grandmother’s ashes at a place she loved, Christianity, Judaism, Hanukkah, Jesus and Pompeii. We also talked about the fact that this was Robin Williams‘ last onscreen feature film performance and I mentioned that it was also Mickey Rooney’s too. Yes, he asked, Who? I’ll try to rectify that. The best part, besides the sweet good night kiss? My date insisted that we sit through and watch the credits because I love to do that. A first because he usually wants to leave as soon as the story fades to black and in the past has been quite vocal about being forced to sit as the closing credits roll.

It would seem that my date is growing up.

From my date and me, two thumbs up. It’s a fun finale to the Night At The Museum series with a lot of laughs, a little bit of history and definitely some poignant moments.

As for our date night, I can’t wait for the next time. Watching the previews before the movie, we have a list prepared.