My father was on a transport waiting to go ashore at a practically unheard of beach in France. An odyssey that would take him through France, Belgium and ultimately Germany.
Along the way he changed from a kid selling Good Humor ice cream on a beach to a man capable of unspeakable things.
While I’m sure someone has calculated the monetary cost of his journey only those who traveled his path understand the true human cost.
It wasn’t until I traveled my own path into a type of darkness only those who have been there can understand that I understood his.
So for all those who stepped ashore that day, every day before and every day since I say thank you and pray that you have and will find the light again.
My father passed in 1988 he still had some of his demons. I’m older now than he was when he passed and sometimes, like tonight, they slip slyly in and bring their little bit of hell with them.
Along the way he changed from a kid selling Good Humor ice cream on a beach to a man capable of unspeakable things.
While I’m sure someone has calculated the monetary cost of his journey only those who traveled his path understand the true human cost.
It wasn’t until I traveled my own path into a type of darkness only those who have been there can understand that I understood his.
So for all those who stepped ashore that day, every day before and every day since I say thank you and pray that you have and will find the light again.
My father passed in 1988 he still had some of his demons. I’m older now than he was when he passed and sometimes, like tonight, they slip slyly in and bring their little bit of hell with them.