Sitting here this morning watching the sun come up more or less. My mind flashed back to a funeral I attended a couple months back. The gal that passed was a nurse and a casual acquaintance from my biker days, she rode a sporty and was always smiling and joking about something. I walked in to the funeral home and met a few gray beards I rode with, and went to pay respects to her family, like I said we were not close but still a friend. Now bear with me if you will.
On her casket was a folded flag, and a picture from maybe 1969 of her in an army uniform with nurse pin on her lapel. After speaking to her oldest daughter I found out she was a combat nurse in SE Asia and did 2 tours in late 69, 70, and 71. She never spoke of her time in country or what she saw and had to do, the guys she rode with never saw this side of her either. And through all this a lap top was in the hall way, playing her favorite songs and showing pictures of her time in SE Asia. Music that brought back memories not so the young folks there, but to us gray beards that been there and had a chance to met some of these angels. I had to move away but I saw more than one wet eye as we watched, and said good by to a Lady none of us really knew. So I ask, when you go to met your God, would you leave something like that behind to let people know and understand your brief life on this earth. Like I said a bit dark but still something to ponder.
On her casket was a folded flag, and a picture from maybe 1969 of her in an army uniform with nurse pin on her lapel. After speaking to her oldest daughter I found out she was a combat nurse in SE Asia and did 2 tours in late 69, 70, and 71. She never spoke of her time in country or what she saw and had to do, the guys she rode with never saw this side of her either. And through all this a lap top was in the hall way, playing her favorite songs and showing pictures of her time in SE Asia. Music that brought back memories not so the young folks there, but to us gray beards that been there and had a chance to met some of these angels. I had to move away but I saw more than one wet eye as we watched, and said good by to a Lady none of us really knew. So I ask, when you go to met your God, would you leave something like that behind to let people know and understand your brief life on this earth. Like I said a bit dark but still something to ponder.
