It all happened in 24 hours.
News a very special uncle of mine had passed away.
Then news a very special friend of mine had become a father, twice, for the first time.
He had twins to consider now.
I had a funeral to consider soon.
Life is full of such mixed messages, I know.
I guess I could wax profound and talk of lives ending and new ones beginning.
I could ponder the great meaning of the human journey.
But I cant. And I wont.
My uncle Al was part of that greatest generation that expected nothing and demanded nothing, yet for this country willingly, voluntarily sacrificed everything.
A simple man, who I think, and I'm biased, was a great man, because of his character, and his decency.
A throwback to a time when men opened doors for ladies and opened their hearts to their families.
He now joins his brother, and my dad, in what I hope and pray is a great place for this great generation. I can hear them swapping stories and laughing now as I ponder how alarmingly fast this generation is leaving us.
Then I think of our future, and my friend Gary, and his newborn daughter and son, and their future. And whether they will hear that echo.
Of a generation that refused to put itself first.
And in so doing, made itself great.
We are all the byproducts of that generation. I trust, I pray, I hope that in the future generations we nurture, we leave something of that greatness behind.
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