I didn’t grow up in a Military family. I didn’t have siblings or parents that served, and while I was raised to respect the flag and be proud of my country, it wasn’t until I met my husband’s father that I came to truly understand the honor, tradition and sacrifice of service…

We lost my father-in-law in the fall of 2009. Jim was career military, he retired as a Major in the United States Air Force, and he served during the Vietnam War. We don’t go down to Fort Logan Cemetery often. It’s an emotional experience to drive past the rolling rows of perfectly aligned headstones. It’s powerful, peaceful, and for my husband, often overwhelmingly emotional.

I’m grateful to have known Jim, to have him, even briefly, be a part of my life is a blessing. Today, as I stood respectfully photographing this powerful image of a son wishing for more time with his father, I fought back tears and wished for the same…

“Our debt to the heroic men and valiant women in the service of our country can never be repaid.  They have earned our undying gratitude.  America will never forget their sacrifices.” President Harry S. Truman

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