May 27, 2014
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A little guilty and a lot of pride.
For the last 3 years, I’ve been riding along with my dad in a parade for Memorial Day. You see, he owns this really classy red truck and my Grandma (his mom) is a Marine who is in the parade with other Marines. Each year, I am blown away by the amount of people at the parade to support the men and women who have served. It’s incredible to see the crowds of adults and kids standing, clapping and proclaiming their thanks in different ways. Good for these parents for honoring and remembering but also for teaching their children to honor and remember. It’s breathtaking in the most humbling way to see. We’re the land of the FREE because of the BRAVE men and women serving. Men and women giving their lives in time, sacrificing their own family time, injuries (big or small) and even death.
(When she joined and now.)
My Dad drives and I ride in the car to keep him company. It also makes my Grandma incredibly proud to have her son and granddaughter supporting her with our Marine garb on. We always comment on how guilty we feel as the people watching the parade think we served. We didn’t but we’re sure proud of one who did and anyone who did for that matter. It’s funny to me how I well with pride that my Grandma is a Marine because I do. I love to tell others and to brag about her.
That’s it. No deep insight. Just pride to know my Grandma. She has gone through a lot in her life and I’m hoping her real freedom is just around the corner.
