Troopathon 2009: Because They Serve
by Gary GrahamHer thumbs danced over the tiny keyboard of her cell phone, glumly texting a friend. I reached over and, uncharacteristically, snapped it shut. Gently, but firm.
“Not today, hon.”
With a loud sigh of disgust she slammed the phone back into her purse and sat there in the fold-out chair and sulked. My wife’s look to me of indignant expectation (You going to put up with that?) was met by my practiced calm of everything-will-be-fine (She’s a teenager, that’s what they do).
Hoping against hope that my doubting Thomas wife was wrong and that I was right, I settled in to listen to the Memorial Day program at the Los Angeles National Cemetery. It was May 30, 2009, and as we sat there on the lawn that cloudy morning, our little family was a whirl of dysfunction. It had been building for some time; petty problems had ruined our peace, and small arguments and squabbling set my wife and my 16-yr-old daughter at mutual odds. I sat there amidst the several thousand gathered feeling alone, distant, isolated. And completely alienated from my family. How could three so close seem suddenly so distant? (more…)











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