Instead of joining my mother-in-law in Oswego at the Riverside Cemetery for their annual Memorial Day service, we dressed in our band attire and headed in the opposite direction to Mexico. Mary marched in her first parade today with the Middle School Marching Band. Once the rain, thunder, and lightning finished their show, it was time to start the parade. I forgot my camera in the car and did not want to race back and miss Mary marching so we called Auntie M and Kenny to save the day. Phew, they were only a little ways down the road.
It is easy for me to visualize my Great Uncle Bob and Bill sitting around Gram’s kitchen table reliving the battles or my Dad and his buddies from Vietnam, yet as Mr. Pritchard shared his experience…the price our soldiers pay is taken for granted by many. One man stepped up and took Mr. Pritchard’s place for a tour so he could have time to get reacquainted with his two and four year old children. This soldier never made it home. With less than two weeks to his tour, he lost his life when a car bomb exploded. Mr. Pritchard and his family truly understand the sacrifice and are thankful for each day they have together.