Saddened by the Disrespect Shown to Another Young Soldier (Repost 5/26/17)

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After recently visiting my Uncle’s grave, I was upset to hear, once again, about another young man who lost his precious life.

Another son had died.

In a foreign, far away place.

He fell as a soldier wearing the United States uniform, and now, his parents were bringing him home.

And the reactions of the plane’s passengers made me sick.

VERY SICK and VERY ANGRY!

The article describing the incident here.  

I wanted to cry. I felt horrified to think other human beings could be so calloused. Americans, at that!

I couldn’t even fathom this lack of respect, nor comprehend such a show of self-centeredness or whatever they thought they were trying to achieve.

What causes a person/people to treat a grieving family with such disdain?

What has happened to our America?

I tried to place myself in that family’s shoes; that frozen moment in time they will NEVER forget…

My heart was heavy for them.

But how can my heart be SO different from those that were on that plane?


My family is also familiar with this pain. They could tell you of profound grief.

We, too, lost a young soldier in Vietnam many years ago.

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He was escorted home, finally.

It just happened to be decades after being listed as Missing in Action. (MIA)


It was the 60s and the Vietnam War was raging. My Uncle Terry had volunteered just as his two older brothers had.

Marine family of uncles, dad, and brother

He was part of a helicopter crew, rescuing the wounded when his helicopter was shot down.

Some of the men were thrown from the fiery crash, but Terry was never found.

We always wondered what the full story was.

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Then, in 1993, some Vietnamese farmers came forth with items from a crash. And the story began to unfold.

Forensics were then confirmed in Honolulu, and my brother–then a young Marine himself– escorted Terry’s remains home.

Terry could’ve been buried at Arlington. However,  the family thought it best to teach a community (and the younger generations) a valuable lesson.

A lesson we feared was being lost, not really taught in schools much anymore.

Teach about the cost of freedom flag poster.

Not just one lesson, but many:

That war was cruel.

Kids were still dying to this day.

That we should be there to support families, help where needed, invite a military family over for the holidays.

(You know, just be a good human.)

That this could have been anyone’s son or daughter.

And there were other countries losing their people, DAILY, due to lack of freedom with many picking up rifles to enter war as children.

Most importantly,

that freedom had a price. Always has, always will.

A HUGE price.


So, on that hot and humid July 4th, Terry’s high school gym was packed out.

He was remembered for his talented football skills, and his kind, gentle ways.

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His ultimate sacrifice recognized.

Our family, once again, was left with distant memories.  Terry’s parents (my grandparents) had wounds reopened all over again.

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People lined the streets, kids waved flags, and many a biker rode in from the surrounding states to finally return their MIA bracelets.

It was a memorable sight to see them piled high, on the floor, near my grandparents’ feet. It had to be so hard for them.

The news crews were there to capture it all.

The flag-draped coffin.

The thunderous flyover that moved you to your core.

The caisson; a solemn reminder as it passed through town to the beat of a sole drum.

COMPLETE RESPECT was shown that day.

Tragically, for this other family on the plane…

that didn’t happen.

There wasn’t much, if any, shown.


My Uncle Terry didn’t get to finish college.

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And I sometimes wonder what his life might have looked like.

What would’ve been his hobby to tinker with?

Who would he have married? How many kids would he have?

He wasn’t able to marry, have kids or enjoy a weekend with family.

(Just to have another day to show his own thankfulness.)

No, he CHOSE to leave a comfortable life to help in a far away land.

He wanted to show his loyalty.

He wanted to make sure we were ALL afforded continued freedom.

Simply put…HIS MOTIVES were PURE.

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If I had been on that plane, I can tell you…

I could NOT have sat there silently!

I KNOW, that I would’ve stood to speak for that family.

I KNOW, I would’ve cried with that family.

I KNOW, I would’ve tried to apologize to that family.

AND, I would’ve thanked them and made it clear that this is not the totality of America that my Uncle, nor their son, gave their lives for!!


Find a military family to reach out to.

Reach out to a grieving widow, a cop, a neighbor…the lonely and under appreciated in your community.

Compliment your local worker.

Invite someone over for the holidays.

Say a prayer for others.

Just show some kindness, some thankfulness.

Bridge the gap(s).

Teach your kids.

Show some honor and respect.

I know my Uncle Terry would have,

if he could.


* For Terry’s documented military story two accounts are listed below:

http://www.vhpa.org/KIA/incident/68081999KIA.HTM

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http://www.hmm-262combatvets.org/hoffmann_memorial.htm


Link to:The United States Marine Corps

Written in honor of Terry who would have turned 72 Feb. 4th.💗

Show some thankfulness this Thanksgivingposter.

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What’s UP?

Hey friends!

Some of you have asked where I’ve been as I really haven’t posted much of anything on my website/blog since Thanksgiving, other than an occasional picture to let you know I’m still out here in blog land.👋🏼

But, I had promised to share pictures from our trip out west to the Grand Canyon, Zion and surrounding sites. (I feel bad as some of you said you “couldn’t wait to see them”…so sorry. 😦 )

The deal is, I’ve been battling a lot of worsening health issues for the last 10 years with the last 2 just being unbearable pain. I’ve been trying to find answers for my lack of mobility and constant, daily pain for 2 yrs. now, mainly concentrated in my lower back, legs and arms.

[Basically, walking, sitting, and also doing anything that involved my arms has been excruciating…even at rest; just “being” really.]

Hence, I haven’t felt like typing much…nor can I do much of anything.

AND…to add to that, I have an eye disease that gives me further issues and blogging isn’t always feasible. I’m really not to be on any media/device at length.

Yeah, I’m soon to be 55 and feel 80 sometimes. UGGH!

(Well, some 80 year olds 👳‍♀️ are actually in better shape than me, sadly.)

**Interestingly, this blog was intended to cover health issues initially, because I have researched and tried sooo many things over the last 40 years and have learned so much ranging from hormonal imbalances, to urticaria, edema, resistant asthma, Lyme Disease, insomnia, blepharitis, to skin diseases, to…you name it… my husband and I have even talked about doing YouTube videos to share our experiences.

I’m a little camera shy though. 🎬👀 so, we shall see.🤔

But I really really feel the need to help people and have done a ton of research on multiple issues.

I just really want to share any findings/tips and hope for those suffering so horribly.

I’ve read a lot of the same type of stories as mine, people desperate for answers, and my heart goes out to them! So, I still want to get to helping others by providing what knowledge I have acquired.

In fact, if you’re interested with that type of information, being a part of my site here, or if I should add it to a site I already own, typically for health help, please leave me feedback!

I feel I haven’t gone through all of this for nothing and want to help others so badly!♥️ #dontwanttowastemysufferings

I’m kind of a health detective 🧐 of sorts, ha ha. No, but for real!

Sooo, I say all that to let you know where I’ve been and what exactly is up. 😁

I hope to get better as I just had some steroid shots in my neck and am able to type without pain at the present, a first, YAHOO!

I’m trying to stay positive but past procedures have really let me down. I have had some good days for now…a first…so I’ll sure take it!👍🏻

I just HATE using steroids (that’s another topic), and had a lot of them these past 2 yrs, but sometimes you just get so desperate!

Anyhow, I hope to be back to doing something on this blog soon!

Fingers crossed!🤞🏼

Hope you’re all doing well!

PS And so sorry I haven’t been visiting your blogs much these past few months, either. 😩

We Honor a Humble but Mighty Man Today

Please join us as we watch Billy Graham’s funeral via live feed from the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte, North Carolina. (You can also rewatch the live feed later.)

Link:

https://memorial.billygraham.org/live-stream/

or

via Facebook on the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association page:

Zion National Park, Utah

We just got back from our 30th, anniversary trip out west.

I was determined to help my husband check off some of his bucket list,✔️ all while revisiting childhood memories.

I was born and raised in California till age 11, and dad would always pack us up in the Jeep, camping as we headed east. I say “camped”, but we really roughed it.

We never stayed in a campground. ⛺️

So, I had remembered Zion as being one of my favorite, places ever.

And once again, she did not disappoint!😍

I’ve been experiencing severe back, leg and shoulder pain for almost two years now, and we almost canceled our trip.

But after some recent deaths in the family, that were SO sudden, we talked of how there is no guarantee in life, and every day is precious…and you have to grab every moment when you can.

Make the memories where you can. ❤️

I re-thought it, and just decided to try and medicate myself and try some of the “easier” trails.

This is a picture from one of them.

Just like a postcard, I tell ya.

Absolutely beautiful!!!

I wouldn’t say the trails were so “easy” and boy did I pay for it once I tried to sleep, but I’m still glad we now have these memories together.

PS I will try to post more pictures of our trip when I finally get back on eastern time 😴 and my body has some time to recuperate.😜

Happy Fall!

Happy fall!

Although, here in Indiana it’s still in the 90s.

I felt so bad for all the men working to replace our roof for the last three days! We noticed all the neighbors were getting their roofs replaced, so we had ours checked as well.

Yep, that’s what happens when you get some pretty large hail.

All the banging and mess made me think of all those in Texas and Florida, Puerto Rico, everywhere it seems…are having to totally gut their homes and rebuild; it is so sad to see everything people are going through.

And then there’s all the fires as well. (My dad used to help fight the fires in California when he was a young Marine.)

We keep praying for everyone affected by these tragedies; it must be so devastating to have to start all over. I can’t even imagine!

If anyone is looking for a place to donate, we feel confident with Samaritan’s Purse, Operation Blessing or Convoy of Hope https://www.convoyofhope.org/donate/.

I have personally worked alongside the founders of Convoy of Hope; they are good people and 100% goes to relief efforts. Many times they are first on the scene with the other organizations I just mentioned above.