I just got home from my annual, almost ritualistic, early morning visit to the Oregon Vietnam War Memorial. I don’t know why I’m compelled to go, but I am.
Coming home, just as I was turning onto my street, “We’ll Sing In the Sunshine” came on my randomly selected, iPod play list. Those who know me well will get the significance of that.
Those who don’t, it has to do with my Mother. It was her favorite song, because the doctors always told her she only had a year to live. (She lived to almost 73 and outlived one of her doctors.) It reminds me of her every time I hear it. The timing of it was interesting as I was coming home from a one man memorial service that I do every year on this day.
Today, I remember the fallen in every war, but I also remember those loved ones who have gone on before us. I thank God for their lives and how they have touched ours.
2 Timothy 1:3 I thank God whom I serve, as did my ancestors, with a clear conscience, as I remember you constantly in my prayers night and day.
