Saturday, November 13, 2010
Viva La Veterans!
Hello everyone and Happy Saturday! Although I try to typically post on Sundays (just for my own sanity's continuity and no other reason), I really wanted to do a salute to our veterans, who have so long protected our country at whatever the cost may be.
I just so happen to have a veteran in my family; my big brother Tim. Or, as I call him still, Timmy. :) He has been my personal hero my entire life and I am proud to call him my brother. His service, as well as all of the other veterans who have, do and will work for our country, sometimes came with a price tag attached. In many personal, professional, emotional, intricate ways, our veterans have given up so much for us to be able to keep our freedom, without us even having to bat an eye. There is no cost for us; just our veterans and their families.
In my brother's case, one of his greatest personal costs was when he was not at home when our mother passed away. She had not been ill, and no one expected anything like this to ever happen; still, 26 years later, I cannot help but feel sad when I think of how he must have felt when the Red Cross had to find him out in the middle of an ocean to tell him of this news. I am breaking into tears as I write this, not only for him and the loss he suffered, as he and our mother were close, but for our mother to have had to miss out on a terrific son. I remember when he arrived; I remember how sad he was; I remember how strong he tried to be for the other three of us (we have a brother, Craig, and a sister, Mary); I remember him driving us to the funeral home the day of the funeral and him sticking his arm out the window to touch another car hood as we were driving (the lanes are soooo close together) and he was singing the then AT&T jingle of "Reach Out, Reach Out and Touch Someone" to make us laugh so we could handle the rest of the day. I remember someone pulling out in front of him in horrible traffic and him calling them a "boodiehead" which still cracks me up to this day. I remember like yesterday when he was getting back on the plane to go back out to sea and he put his sailor hat on my head. It was a time of no words; we had just said our final goodbyes to our mother and he had to go back to carry on his country's duty. He went, and I was so sad and so proud at the same time. He probably doesn't remember this, but I do. And I still have the hat. :) And I still say boodiehead. :)
Tim has always held a special place in my heart; not only is he my big brother, but he's so caring. Ok, I know he probably won't agree with that because he's always telling me it's time to send me back to the adoption agency but, really, underneath, he is. I think. Well, come to think of it, he DID eat my ho hos one time, so maybe not. Hmmm...might just have to rethink this whole being nice to my brother thing. Guess I should have thought this through just a tad bit more. hahahahaha
Really, I have very fond memories of my brother, who thankfully is one of the good guys still. I can remember very early days of him protecting me, feeding me, talking to me, taking care of me, and just being there. He even came all the way to my apartment from his house (which was a bit of a drive) to vacuum for me after I had my neck surgery and couldn't do it myself. HA! How can a brother be mean and still do that?
I did this layout one day several years ago while sitting back and reflecting on some personal moments. I hope it does justice.
While I've always been appreciative of my big brother and have loved him beyond words, I am also very proud that he chose to serve our country, along with many other men and women. They have all given something, and I hope we all have been able to learn from them, appreciate them, and most of all, support them. They are why we are free.
Card stock by Stampin' UP; Metal embellishments by Memory Makers; 3d embellishments by K & Company; Ink by D.O.T.S.