Thursday, May 14, 2009
My Dad - Always A First Defender
My dad just left for the hospital. His surgery should begin around 11:00 A.M. EST and last about 3 hours.
This is his National Guard unit's emblem. They are called The First Defenders. My dad has been active in the National Guard for over 50 years. Still is. These days he speaks at Guard functions, packs care packages for the men and women currently deployed in Iraq and Afganistan, tends to the Guard Museum and the saddest duty, attends military funerals.
My dad has always been a First Defender. Not only his country - to which he is extremely loyal and proud of, but of his family, his home, his name.
My dad taught each and every one of us (and there a lot of us) how to stand tall, be strong, loyal and proud.
Hugging him good luck (not goodbye) this morning was one of the toughest things I've had to do in a long time.
The best husband in the world keeps reminding me that he is a tough old bird.
So today I'll hold down the fort here at the homestead. Answer the phone, cook the meals, let his dog out (who hates me) ,wait for word from the hospital and like my dad taught me, be strong.