The greatest generation gasped this past weekend. Ronald Reagan passing away on Saturday. Perhaps the final throng to commemorate D-Day on Sunday.
Both harkened back to a different time and a different moment. It was a time when men spoke little, but did much. When what they did say, they did mean.
When my mom was alive, she loved Ronald Reagan. Perhaps owing to her Irish ancestry, she used to call him her generation's “Last Gasp.”
Reagan is simply the most prominent of that generation to recently pass. He is not the last. At a rate of one thousand a day, they are leaving us today. A generation that stood on principle, and fought with honor.
There's the story of how Ronald Reagan refused to take off his jacket in the oval office, even on one day when it was especially hot.
"Not here," he would say. "Not in this room."
At this time, I harken back to their time. When a man held open a door for a woman and another man talked of morning in America.
They were a grand generation that spoke to our greater qualities without really speaking at all.
My mother is gone now -- my father is too. As are so many of that generation. And now Ronald Reagan. One by one, hero by hero, good soul by good soul, they are surrendering the good fight we call life.
Remembering the good, epic battle we called World War II. One weekend. One week.
When we reflect on what we had and what a wonderful generation did.
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