A special contributing post by Lauren Westin, MD and Andrea Kanakredes, RN, MSN
“It seems for all to become the same.”
Growing up in military families, David and I revere those who have served, especially those who served during time of war. It is not easy to leave the family. It is not easy for the family to let go. Worries and anxiety abounds. It weighs heavily on the mind. Occasionally, the weight and stress becomes so great, it causes the family to fracture across hidden fault lines. Fortunately, our families managed to navigate through the eddies and currents. We did not come apart.
Andrea’s family came on a different path. Her grandparents were immigrants from Greece. They understood the value of hard work, always for their family. Military service for their adopted land was considered a supreme privilege and honor. Andrea’s dad served during peacetime before Vietnam, and always had wished he could have done more. Certain wishes, however, aren’t always meant to be.
While the nature of war has changed in the past few years, one should not underestimate the toll it exacts. It is a brutal and grim business. Andrea and I would not want our daughters to see its face, or experience it, firsthand. My dad, David and his dad, have seen enough to last many lifetimes over. We are forever grateful they have not borne those sights, those burdens, into their daily lives. It is a testament to their strength.
In remembering the fallen on this day, it is said not to be saddened by the loss of father, son, or brother but to be grateful for them willing to give all. It is difficult to set aside the grief and loss. If there is any comfort, it is they were not alone and it was not in vain.
May God bless them. May God bless the United States of America.