My dad’s class at the Air Force Academy just celebrated their 50th anniversary.This is the sculpture the class donated to commemorate the moment.
I like it. It reminds me of my dad, or at least, of the photos of him in his flight suit. And all the things he reached for with such determination.
Too bad he had to miss the party.
It is a beautiful statue in so many ways. But I love the marks left in the snow as you cleared his memorial to leave the flowers. The connection between loved ones is never fully broken.
You’re right, Kristina – those marks in the snow are neat, kind of like wings. I hadn’t noticed that. Thanks for pointing it out!
Aww. I always feel closer to my dad on Veteran’s Day. He was retired Air Force when he died. I was twelve at the time, and in my memories he always seems to be wearing his uniform.
That’s so sweet, Linda. I know just what you mean.
Beautiful post. My Dad was in World War II, sergeant in the Army, south Pacific, never talked about it at ALL. Thanks to every service member, veteran and family member for their sacrifices!
I always wonder about the guys who never talked about it, Veronica. My dad died when I was young, but apparently he didn’t say much. Of course, a lot of it he *couldn’t* talk about.
*Hugs* to you and your family this Veteran’s Day. You guys will be in my thoughts.
Thank you, Laura!
Very poignant tribute, Jeffe.
Thank you, Laurie – I’m glad you thought so.