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My Dad talked a lot about the war, always guarded not to say too much in front of my younger brother and me. You could see in his eyes, even as a little girl who knew nothing about what he had experienced or for that matter about war, there was pain behind those green eyes. He was a very proud man, proud of his family, his heritage and his country. He served in WWII, in the 82nd Airborne. He was a paratrooper who jumped into combat. They were very brave front line Army soldiers who fought for our country.

Just when you think things start to settle down and run smoothly, bamm! And there you are back in the weeds again. This year is a big year for me...turning 60! Yes, 60 years old, never thought I would be here. I started to once again to re-evaluate my life. Hmmm, 60, where should I be and what the hell am I doing?? The last year has brought me a wealth of knowledge and helped me to truly realize what is most important. It is just a few short years until retirement and being married (#2) for only a short time, I want to be with my husband.