Posts Tagged ‘thank you’

Well, I’d have to say the common cold turned for the worse today.  Definitely a fever and feeling oh so groggy.  I thought I’d write for a moment.

Saturday we had the welcome home gathering.  Here are some photos for your enjoyment.

There are local groups that make sure those in the military, even those fresh out of boot camp, never again get the welcome home our Vietnam Vets got.  This is honestly beautiful.

There was an older gentleman at the restaurant that I took James to, before the riders came to escort us to the house.  This gentleman was a Vietnam Vet and was commenting on how wonderful a Marine looks in his uniform.  He proceeded to tell us how they wouldn’t wear their uniform because they were spit on, or things were thrown at them.  We talked to him for awhile before the riders came in and yelled for the “Fresh New Marine” to come out.

This older gentleman watched from the corner as the folks that came to escort us piled in the small cafe hugging James and telling him who they were.  The look on the gentleman’s face told me all I needed to know.  He was taking it all in.  I pointed him out to our friend, who is also a Marine Vet and told him about the talk we had with him.  They all went over to him and talked to him telling him of the local events they have for Vets and welcoming him to join them in those events.

We proceeded outside and waited a bit.  The gentleman came out and was obviously touched, but unable to speak.  He hugged James and told him to appreciate this reminding Jim of what they used to get – scorned.  He sobbed a moment and then quickly caught himself and went for me – he gave me a huge hug and broke down in tears.  He told me to be proud of my son.  He told me to support him and never let him feel alone.  I assured him I would.  He tried to pull out of the hug quickly and I just held on to him tighter.  He completely let go – tears and all.  I kept telling him that this showing is what he and those that served with him should have gotten.  They should have been thanked.  There should have been parades.

My son has not yet served – he’s brand new.  But he knew – that this outpouring was for the community, not just him.  The community gets to see that we appreciate those who volunteer to protect us.  No matter what you think about our politicians – we should support those who serve our country.  Our first responders, our military – those that serve so willingly.

To all of you that serve – thank you.  To those that made sure the vets are appreciated and cared for – thank you.  From a momma with a brand new military son – we appreciate all the families do to care for their own.  For everyone that came on Saturday to tell my son thank you for his decision to serve – THANK YOU.

Thank you from my heart.

I only recently found out what “Namaste” meant.  Oh I love it so much!  I’ve been using it and noticing there are so many that know it!  I feel like I stumbled on a new language.  Okay, old but new to me.

My other darling boy (*snicker*) is at the hotel again tonight waiting for the Military processing center and going to meet with a commanding officer I believe.  He’s behind in credits to graduate and they want to be sure he is very serious about joining and getting his credits in time.  Hey, fine by me!
My hubby is sound asleep.  His mouth hurts ’cause he just got on his bottom braces.  OUCH – sure looks like it hurts!  Poor thing.
Me?  I’m going through some sort of life change.  I’ll write on that later.  It’s an odd one to be sure and I’m really holding on to keep myself in balance.  I think it’s ’cause the kiddies are getting older and gonna fly out of the nest in the next few years (*no no no sooner*)  Sokay, no stress.  I’m workin on it all!

I’ll be to my friends’ blogs pretty quick.  I miss ya’ll so much!So I’ll leave you with this thought:

Things here are going *swell*.  Really good ~ my son, Stephen just started back to school.  It’s Stephen’s Junior year in high school (11th grade).  He made it to Varsity on the football team!  Oh I’m proud of him for trying out.  He’s getting outside of his comfort zone by attempting it this year.

A true friend laughs at your stories even when they’re not so good, and sympathizes with your troubles even when they’re not so bad

Friends are so so so important to our inner light.  Thank you all for being who you are even if we converse only through typed words.

Love and Beautiful Radiant Light,  ~Monica~