For me, Memorial Day is all about my Grandfather, a true American Hero who landed on Omaha Beach during World War II. It’s about his service, his life, and his marriage to the beautiful woman he met in a country he never dreamed he’d see. About the four boys they had, and the way he cared for her as she lost her battle to Cancer. It’s about Thanksgivings and Christmases after she was gone, when he stepped up for both of them. Christmas cards signed “Love, Grandad”, and the talks we had as his life neared its end. It’s about “those poor boys” , frozen forever in his mind at 18 or 20, as they were on that fateful day on a beach in Normandy. Finally, it’s about this photo, which I’ve held close for over a year. I was blessed to hold the hand of one of my heroes, a member of The Greatest Generation, Major Oliver Clint Roby, in the last hours of his life. God Bless you, Grandad. I remember.
— Grief and Loss —