#529: Dad's Special Day
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
On November 10th, 1976, at 11:30 p.m., I received a telephone call from Wayne, my brother-in-law in Louisiana. "Lou, your Dad had a heart attack. He's in the hospital and they're not sure if he'll make it."
I worked for United Airlines and had a flight scheduled the next day. With tears in my eyes I called the crew desk and told them I needed to book a flight to Orlando to be with mom and that I had to cancel myself from the next day's flight. A while later a crew scheduler called to say I was set on a Delta flight at 8:00 the next morning. I started packing.
At 1:15 a.m. on November 11, Wayne called again. Dad had died. I continued crying for my dad, a 23-year career Naval officer who had honorably fought for our country. I hadn't wanted him to die but thought it was appropriate that he left us on Veteran's Day.
Every year on November 11, I think of America not only saluting and recognizing other veterans, but also my dad, his last day in the country he loved and protected.
I miss you Dad and thank you and all other veteran's for your sacrifices. This is your day.