Happy Birthday
A story in 50 words
It was pouring outside. “Dad… I can’t believe you’re ninety.”
“Thanks honey, I can’t believe it either.”
Dick, ninety-five, sat next to his brother. Both were in WW II. I attempted in vain to envision what they went through.
With a smirk, Dick sighed. “I remember… when I was ninety.”
This little story is about my wife Sue’s father Bob and his brother Dick. Bob is on the right and Dick is on the left.
They have both passed away. Dick was buried at Arlington Cemetery in 2017.
Bob was buried at the Washington Crossing National Cemetery in 2018.
Without people like this, we would not be living the lives we are today.
Let me know what you think.
Thanks to Justin Deming who posts a writing prompt twice a month. This one was Rain Story.
Such powerful words about two great men. Humbled. Thank you for sharing their story. 🙂
I love these old guys. Thanks for the photos, Scott. They lived with WWII their entire long lives, as if it were yesterday. The entire course of their lives were affected.