Never too late

I was hoping to post before Memorial Day, didn't happen but it is never too late. This photo made it to Instagram but that was it.

I have a love hate relationship with this photo.

My old blogging friends will remember when Jeff (AKA Army son) joined the Army.

I was proud and I was sick...cried like a baby when he told me. After boot camp he was sent to The Defense Language Institute. I thought that was great and he would be safe and out of harm's way. What an idiot I was. You need someone who speaks a language to go on missions that are dangerous. Duh!!  That could be why I received this pic a couple years ago in lieu of a call (easier to "talk" with mom when she is not hysterical). I happened to be with J.W. when I received this photo. I texted back and said it was beautiful and what are you doing in the photo? He texted back it was taken when he re-enlisted for 5 more years. Waterworks and more waterworks. I am so proud of him and all he has done to keep us safe. I call him the bionic man with the titanium brackets and screws along with ceramic discs in his neck. UGH! Getting shot.. another story which I found out by text as well.

After that...the cell is pretty much always on. hehe. 

I spent some time yesterday reading the letter in this pic. It was sent to my gram's gram in 1887. Her father was a prisoner of war at Andersonville Prison during the civil war. He was held for 244 days- from Oct 11, 1863 to June 10th , 1864 when he died. The payment due to her was $61. Our course it was never received. 

So many gave up so much and still do. God Bless our servicemen and women, their families and our country. 

Enjoy your week friends.