Twenty-One years ago this summer I buried my Father at Fort Custer National Cemetery here in Michigan. As those years have gone by it's not his birthday, the date of his death or any special anniversary that calls out to me more than Memorial Day.
It is the one day that lifts up who he was more than any other.
My father, who never talked much about WWII and his nearly five years in the Navy, reviled in the comradeship of his fellow veterans. He would help other veterans with their benefits as the Service Officer in each of the three VFW Posts where he belonged, he would serve in the Honor Guard at funerals and proudly carry the United States Flag in parades.
But, he never wore one on his lapel.
This weekend we drove to Onaway, Michigan so Mom could visit one of the Post 5357 where he belonged. Mom, who will be 88 this June, picked it up a bit as she visited with the current leadership, some of whom were 15 - 20 years her junior.
They talked about my father and I listened in... learning a little more about the man who I knew as "Dad"...who they knew as a comrade.
It was another piece of my father that helps put more into Memorial Day.
Michael P. Libbie - Insight Advertising, Marketing & Communications