Today, 1941……….Pearl Harbor.
My dad visited Pearl Harbor on board his Navy ship during the war. He didn’t speak much about the war; regretfully, I didn’t prod him for more, although I would have liked to hear it all. He didn’t like Hawaii…..maybe the island paradise doesn’t seem so heavenly when the threat of being killed looms over your head each day.
Before he left for duty, my dad sold his beloved car. He told me he didn’t think he would be returning home again; he wanted to leave the money for his wife and baby. Girls remember first loves, guys remember first cars. My dad did come home, and his face filled with sadness as he told me how he wished his car was still waiting for him.
A lot of guys didn’t come home…..a lot of first car seats remained empty until sold. A lot chairs at the dinner table were never filled again.
for each one of those guys who did make it home again after bravely serving their country to drive their first cars again and share family meals and give life to daughters who blog.
And especially for those who never made it home again……..rest in peace.