Flag Day

Every year Flag Day was a special day at our house. First, my Dad was a decorated veteran, so we were taught that the American flag was something special that stood for something more than just waving at parades. The flag stood for our liberty. Not only was I taught this at home, but I was also taught to respect the flag at school as a young boy. There was an aura of pride that surrounded the flag.
That same pride oozed from every citizen when it came to our country. Somehow, someplace, we have lost that. I think that the only hope for our great nation is to get that pride back.

There's was always another reason that June 14th was special in our house. It was my Dad's birthday. We lost my Dad last December, but today he would have been 89 years old. So today, several times
I have paused to take pride in our nation, stared at the small flag I have hanging on the outside of my door reflecting what that flag means to me, and I wished my Dad Happy Birthday. I know that he is one of that great cloud of witnesses viewing down from heaven at us, so I choose to believe that he heard me say "Happy Birthday, Dad".

Today, June 14th was again a special day.