2.21.2008

Anyone remember the bugle?????????






Our marina and slip is very close to a United States Coast Guard Station. This gives me an opportunity to listen to the crew get their orders over the ships PA system and also hear the the bugle play Reveille in the morning as the flag is raised and Retreat in the evening as the flag is lowered by the color guard. The date of my father's birth is February 4th and that also happened to be the day he was laid to rest in Kirkland, IL with the Veteran's home of Genoa performing the military rites at the grave side with bag pipes and bugler playing taps. I surely should have posted this on February 4th but this will just have to do.

Many of you that had the opportunity to spend the night in my father's home were treated to a Loud and healthy version of Reveille from his portable boom box at the very moment that he thought it was time for you to get out of bed and come to breakfast. He thought it was quite amusing and always enjoyed the effect it had on his sleeping guests. There were times that he would wake me or someone else up a bit earlier just to bare witness to his lil' gag. It was certainly the little boy in my ol' man...... The annoyance of the abrupt awakening was soon forgotten as Dad always had a huge hot healthy breakfast on the table consisting of ham, bacon, scrambled eggs, biscuits, jams, orange juice, coffee and more. He would be in the kitchen, sometimes wearing a very goofy hat, and welcome his sleepy eyed guests with a big smile, a hug and bountiful breakfast. I am so lucky to have these wonderful memories brought back to me twice a day as I listen to the bugler at the Coast Guard station. It is a bitter sweet moment in the day. I still miss him deeply and will always be grateful for all he has done for me and so many others. But the bugler brings me great joy as it allows me to remember the essence of the man that I called Dad.

And so it is with great joy that I share this part of my current home port with you and leave you with this poem about my father to remember his birthday and in honor of his life and service to all of us and his country.


My Dad, My Friend

A man, a soldier, a husband,
a father so grand, my friend.....

A father means so many things
When he's a man like you....

You gave to me through who you were
The gift of what i am.........

You gave me love you gave me strength
You showed me what is real....

The love you shared with mom each day
I too will give to one some day.....

All I know and all I feel
You have taught me well....

Your love will live through the lives I touch
to all those that I know.....

Your life will not conclude with death
nor will it end with mine.....

Goodbye my friend
My dad
Goodbye

You will always be with me!!
Until the end of time....




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