Happy Independence Day. #241 if my math is any good.
I got up this morning, dressed and took out my Flag, covered my head and proceeded outdoors to put up Old Glory at 0700 local time. I mounted my wobbly old metal step-ladder, even more wobbly now than I remember it being when I bought it 30 years ago, and hung the Flag on it's two hooks mounted to the soffit of the front porch. I dismounted the ladder, folded it and leaned it up against a porch pillar. I descended the front steps to the level ground, came to Attention, did About Face and Presented Arms (unarmed, it was a Hand Salute).
I held my salute, mentally reflecting on the image of the Colors and my military life so far*.
Six words rang in my consciousness like a bugle's call: "They Died to Make us Free" I noted those words, they would be my Words of Today. As I dismissed myself from Attention and moved around the back of the house to do some outdoor chores (soaking the lawn so falling illegal fireworks won't start a grass-fire), I kept thinking of my Words of Today.
"They Died to Make us Free"
A great wave of sadness rolled over my Spirit. I knew then, exactly knew, to whom I should explain the significance of those words - my grandson. Problem is, I have no contact with my grandson, an edict of his mother, who, for some reason** has with-held my right of visiting my grandchildren.
Somehow, I need to express the Six Little Words to my grandson, but I will have to do it posthumously. I am re-writing my will, and will make a Conditional Trust for my grandson. The primary condition of that Trust will be that his mother and father bring him before my my attorney, who will read him a letter from me.
The subject of that letter will be the significance of the Six Little Words.
Money can be used in a lot of different ways, eh?
**Those close to me know this sad story, but I can't reveal here it because of Libel laws, as least not until after my death...