August 12, 2017
I brought home the flag from my father’s funeral. They presented it to my mother while she cried. “The President thanks you for your service.” I think that’s what they said. Everyone agreed I should have the flag. I am not sure why. So I brought it home. I put it upstairs on a bookshelf in my study. I have so little space anymore, so few things. Fortunately, things do not carry the importance they once did. I wonder what will happen to the flag. It will probably be carried off by one of my sons when I am dead.