Memorial Day. Hotdogs, baseball, BBQs, and memories of my father.
Dad was the single most influential person in my life. A member of the military for 32 years, he is the one who has given me my sense of honor, work ethic, and will to excel. I won’t bore you with memories that probably won’t resonate with anyone outside my family. But this, you should know. Edwin Dennis Patterson was an honorable man, a humble servant of God, a stern but kindly patriarch, and the single best exemplar of ‘a good man’ that I have ever known.
I’m back out on my porch, working on THT. For there is one thing my father taught me–a man’s word is his bond. I promised another that I would write this, and write this I must.
You may not have anyone that you know in the military, or police force, or fire department. That’s fine. In fact, it is more than that. Here in America, there is no requirement for any others than the truly called to shoulder the burden.
But please take a moment to think about the fallen. They endured harsh training, pain and loss of comrades, and maybe even several near misses, before the bullet with their name on it found them. In so doing, they have preserved liberty for us and our children. Between one bite of hotdog and one sip of beer, please try to think of their sacrifice, commend their souls to God, and saw thanks.
Then live. That’s why they endured so much, so you could live. But live with gusto. Do what you do with every ounce of verve. To do less would dishonor their sacrifice.
Happy Memorial Day.