Sitting here, watching the funeral of our 41st President, George H.W. Bush, the tears streaming down my face as if someone opened the floodgates and i could not turn it off. The sadness I feel for his family of losing the one man responsible for them all being here.
A celebration of his life many have stated. A tribute to the life of a man who served his country with honor and who loved his family and God above all. An amazing life for which we are proud to have had him as our Leader. He did lead by his faith and his convictions on many issues and yes, there was a war on his watch, but in order for peace, at times, war is a necessary evil. He even had angst about it but knew for the good of the world to overthrow an evildoer, it had to be done.
He served in a great war in which he was the lone survivor. Why? Only God knows why he was spared while others perished. Maybe, just maybe to become what God had intended. I think about that time in his life most of all and how the people speaking tell the story.... chilling. I wasn't born then but i have heard my grandfather and family members tell that same story but out of a different book, their own perspective. I can't imagine those days and times of how so many served during that war and so many more never made it home. It saddens me but listening to how this generation of the past with all they had to endure, they still showed dignity, grace and respect for their fellow citizens.
Let's talk about that generation for a moment---- men signed up went off to the unknown and the women went to work in support of that unknown. These days were of holding hands and a flirting glance with a twinkling eye. A time when a man was a man and a woman was a woman. That's how it is supposed to be. A door opening with a slight hand on the back to guide one in, allowing her to sit down first. Those are the times that are missing from today. Bush and his generation got it right, maybe not 100%, all the time but got it right on how to bring up your families with love and respect and when needed a firm hand. The time, most, spent with their families was quality because let's face it, even those were tough times and not many had a good quality of anything, but they managed and without help from their government.
Respecting the one you are with or respecting those around you no matter what goes a long way. Not talking back to your elders and being addressed for your turn is a respectful way to have your say. Being disruptive never accomplishes anything in the end but more disruption. Helping those around you in any cause shows character and strength. Walking hand in hand with a glance here and there and a peck on the cheek is respecting that one person you chose or want to choose to be by your side; men and women have done this from the beginning of time and believe me there IS a difference.
The selflessness of this generation is beyond measure, they were called to do what was necessary and they did it. It was for a greater cause than themselves. These men and women made the impossible possible, they worked together for the greater good and the accomplishments they made, we should be forever grateful. Their selfless acts of bravery during the call of duty should never be forgotten nor should ever be mocked. Giving of one's life for another is the greatest form of love a human being can have. You dang sure don't see this today and it's sad and scary; most are all about me era.
As the service ends and I see all of them, one by one, showing the love and respect for a man of great character, wisdom and the sacrifices he made for all of us during his time in that the greatest generation and to now, I close my eyes to keep the tears at bay and picture he and his love those many years ago holding hands and dancing cheek to cheek to become a great love that endured a lifetime of no regrets and service to one's country. Our President is now gone to where God's plan had intended-- to now see why he was spared those many years ago during that time of our greatest generation.
God's Speed 41..
Thanks,
