Betty and I have a new granddaughter, born on Nov. 19. She joins her three-year-old brother, who brings us much joy. We have much to be thankful for this year.
This momentous occasion in our family reminded me that when I was born, in 1945, my father had to wait eight months to meet me. He was one of the last draftees in World War II, heading off on a battleship in the Pacific and leaving behind my mother and my six-year-old brother. I cannot imagine how difficult that must have been for my parents to be apart as the family grew.
Actually, my father, born in Scotland, recalled that he was three years old when his own father returned to the family after more than two years serving in the Middle East in the British Army during World War I. He was a complete stranger to his son. My grandmother had struggled to feed and house herself and two sons for months on end while her husband was away.
All of us have stories of those who came before us and sacrificed much. It’s worth thinking of them, thanking them, and realizing how fortunate we are. We hope that you are able to spend the holidays with your loved ones this year.