Memorial Day is a time to reflect on the many service men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice and gave their lives for their country. My Uncle, Billy, was one of these extraordinary heroes, just 19 years old when he was killed during World War II in Iwo Jima. Handsome, charming, creative and well-liked he was my father’s younger brother. I’m fortunate to have a charcoal picture he drew that was given to me by my brother, who was named after him. He received it from my Aunt Winnie, who had it passed along to her from my Grandmother. In a old frame but still in excellent condition, I had it re-framed and it is hanging in my house. You can clearly see his signature and sense of humor. I love having this connection to him and daily reminder that he is still a part of us.
I will be taking some time this weekend to honor my Uncle Billy and be grateful for his bravery and the freedom we enjoy because of him and so many others like him.