My sister is coming tonight, and I’m continuing a family tradition of cleaning like a madwoman before her arrival. We used to always do this before our mother came for a visit, and Mother would say, “Please don’t! Let me do it when I get there.” Because she loved to clean, and her house was always spotless, which is something my sister and I don’t even aspire to.
I’ve also done what Mother would have done and baked Debby a coconut cake. Let’s hope this doesn’t lead to a Rex ass-plosion like last time. I still giggle when I remember getting a text message from Tim that said, “Rex’s ass just exploded.”
I haven’t seen Debby since just after Mother’s memorial service. When we were together then, she gave my brother and me each a certificate signed by Bush. If you click on it, you should be able to read it.
I think of my father every day, but I think of him with particular gratitude on this day. Although the original Armistice Day was celebrated on the date that World War I ended and honored those who served and lost their lives in that war, it became Remembrance Day in other parts of the world and Veterans Day in the U.S. to honor all veterans. Peaceful person that I am, I still respect those who are willing to risk their lives for freedom and to protect their country, and I’m proud to be an Army brat and the daughter of this man.
Thank you to all the men and women who serve our country.
