This Memorial Day Weekend has had a bit more significance this year.  Last week, my wife's grandfather, Roland Patry, passed away.  He was a proud retired Navy sailor and lived a rich, full life.  Still, his passing was unexpected as he had successfully recovered from a broken hip and returned home less than a month ago.  It goes to show that we can never really tell when we will be called home.

The funeral had added significance for me and my family.  Roland, in his final preparations about a year ago, selected my oldest son Alexandre to receive his casket flag because of his activity in the Boy Scouts.  All three of my boys attended the funeral in full uniform and acquitted themselves very appropriately.  "GG" would have been proud.  In fact, I think he was smiling down on the occasion.