Memory Lane. Highway, actually.

[Dorothy V]

My stepsister came by and gave me a box of Dad's stuff spirited out of his old house. (the property is tied up in court as my stepbrother tries to contest my stepmother's will - he wants Everything. Ain't happening!)
The box was full of memories.
The flag that draped Dad's casket, and shells from the gun salute.
Pictures, some I hadn't seen in years, a record of his life.
His honorable discharge papers.
Medals and citations.
An old ID bracelet with a pic of Mom inside.
One of his dog tags.
Two pics of his best friend from childhood. He and Wimpy joined the service together. Dad became a Medic and Wimpy a loadmaster, and Wimpy died when his cargo plane went down over northern Canada on its way to supply a DEW line radar base.
A copy of a letter from one of Dad's COs, asserting that Dad was the best Medic she'd ever worked with.
I spent all Sunday with the box and its contents. As I touched each object, picture, and paper, the memories flooded in. I smiled, cried, and even laughed out loud a couple of times.
All in all, a wonderful day!
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[debm55]

1. Dear Dorothy V, your father was a very handsome man. He had a soul and heart that made his calling to his fellow

soldiers as a medic a gift. May the memories of your father be a blessing to you, my friend.

[Dorothy V]

2. Thank you so much Deb for your beautiful response!

Dad was indeed a good man! He enjoyed his life of being of service.
He was also a hoot. He could tell you the biggest whoppers while looking serious as a train wreck!

[HeartsCanHope]

3. You have a good stepsister!

So glad you were given memories to hold of your father and mother. It was indeed a good day!