It's always nice to pull away from our offices on a holiday weekend. Most important, it's sweet to see our production guys try to wrap things up early to get out and start a weekend filled with family, friends, bbq, love and laughter. Dusty and dirty from fiberglass, and paint. Appreciating that early exit for the weekend. It's the little things like that, that make me whole.
I intentionally write this post without drowning you with reminders of what our FREEDOM really means. Or most important just how hard our dedicated service people keep us free to do so. However, it wiggles me around to NOT express my appreciation for our FREEDOM. You'll see enough reminders on social media all weekend. Monday especially.
Sure it's easy to plan our meals, gatherings, favorite wine, or cocktail. Personally I still get my nerves shaken to the core when I think of just how life can roll out. Because you know my thoughts on "just one phone call"-
I just want us all to take a moment to think about the selfless love, dedication and determination it takes for our countrymen and women to keep us safe. Especially with our demon filled days of terrorism.
When you read the definition of Freedom: The state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint:
True, is this, but when we move along in our days of summertime it's kinda easy to forget just how good we have it.
I have been pen pal'n with a couple families in the new days of diagnosis, and hospital days moments.
It proves to show just how delicate this life is. War. Sickness. Cancer. Freedom. Love. Loss.
A good friend (part of our six-pack Jodee and Russ) lost her Dad this week.
And yet, their spirit just wreaks love. And kindness. Always love.
Proving to be thee most kind people we've ever met. Always serving love.
Hearing of more financial troubles here and there between friends. Neighbors. Life.
And yet life just moves on.
Soldiers sit on alert.
For us.
For you.
Families sit next to their loved one in those 20X20 hospital rooms, listening to that iv cart beep. Scouting to find a nurse as those "be right backs" don't happen.
Smiling at people there in the fight.
Fourth of July.
So many memories for us.
As a child I remember being obsessed with those little black charcoal worm things. I'm sure just because I was most obsessed with being able to operate that punk thing, almost like a flame.
Or what about the spinning thing Dad would hammer to the side of a tree and it would spin around shooting sparks every where. (Right Tina?)
My love for fireworks have went away.....mostly because the sounds scare our animals. Not just my animals, but all animals. The pollution adding to our already gunky skies.
Freedom.
What does it mean to you?
I hope you all enjoy this holiday. That you have laughter. Love, and most of all stay safe.
Remember those out there fighting for our freedom. Those willing to stand in the front lines. For us.
For those families in the fight trying to stay alive.
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| 2015 A month before diagnosis. |
As those fireworks fly through the sky, say a prayer.
Hug your friends. Drink good wine. Travel safe. And be glad you can.
Take this time to slow down and just love. Each other
Happy 4th Of July my lovers.....
Remember your roots. Remember FREEDOM isn't free.
Be safe.
This Mama Lisa
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