I spent last evening writing a moment from the most beautiful wedding I’ve been to in quite some time, eyes welling, chest heaving as I recalled the warmth and glow of a weekend spent with desperately loved friends. But when I went to post this morning, my social media feed reminded me of something else, of someone else I should be surrounding with warmth, with regard and gratitude.
As an army brat, the daughter of a Colonel who served in the Persian Gulf, the granddaughter of a Colonel who served in World War II, Korea, and Vietnam, the great granddaughter of a man whose mustard gas burns and trench foot from that first World War never quite healed, and as a physician who trained in a VA and still serves our soldiers past and present, I am well acquainted with veterans and veteran’s issues.
I am proud of those in my family, from all the families, who have served. I am so grateful to those who currently serve. And I am unspeakably thankful for the wonderfully complicated life we live because of their sacrifice and experience.
A dream, that life held dead
For some, mere lottery
Youth gives way
To steeled fear
A type of wisdom
Long buttressed valor
Imminent sacrifice begets
From low slung couches, car seats, desk chairs, assembly lines, kitchen tables,
Business as usual