Yesterday, I finally got to see my Dan for the first time and for the last time. It was so important to me to complete my vows with my husband. Love, honor and obey until death do us part. I needed to see him at peace. He was so peaceful and at rest. His beautiful face, his giving heart, his loving soul.
This is the image God sent me to comfort me that Dan is with Him.
A mother tells her kids to physically defend themselves if they’re bullied at school… and she’s getting backlash for it? What the hell is wrong with this country? 😡🤬
#CommonSense
I was asked this and wanted to know your thoughts:
Is faith in Jesus the only way to heaven, and what happens to those who have never heard the Gospel?
Don’t know where you live now but Mississippi is still an awesome place to live! Glad you enjoyed ur time here and God bless you for ur service to our country…!!!
Some of my favorite independence Day memories will always be at the Biloxi Elks Lodge on the Mississippi Gulf Coast.
The lodge would be filled with World War II, Korean War, and Vietnam veterans, along with their families. As a fellow veteran, there was something deeply comforting about being in that room. You could feel the camaraderie. It wasn’t loud or boastful. It was quiet respect, shared experiences, familiar laughter, and an unspoken understanding that connected generations of those who had worn the uniform.
I’d spend the evening with my mom and dad and my nieces, then we’d all gather outside to watch the fireworks explode over the Gulf. The salty breeze, the patriotic music, the conversations, and the smiles are memories I can still see as clearly as if they happened yesterday.
Looking back, I realize those evenings weren’t just about celebrating the Fourth of July. They were about belonging. They were about honoring friendships, family, and the unique bond that exists among veterans and the people who love them.
I miss those nights. I miss those people. And every Independence Day, a part of me is back at the Biloxi Elks Lodge, standing beside my family, watching the fireworks light up the Gulf and feeling grateful to have been part of something so special.
To my die-hard CFB fans out there:
If you find a rival team’s golf ball, are you throwing it in your bag to smash it later, or are you throwing it in the woods?