Memorial Day Tribute to My Father

Growing up, I never gave much thought to Memorial Day until my Dad passed away six years ago. He was a disabled veteran who lost his eye sight and left hand in Luxembourg, February of 1945 (three months before WWII ended). While our family honored Memorial Day, we never discussed it's significance because my Dad never talked about or paid tribute to those who were wounded in the war.

Francis Gene Morgan Rawe (before being wounded at age 24)

My Mom, Elizabeth Jeanette, and my Dad began dating when she was 16. Here she sits, reading a letter from him with his picture sitting close by. He had asked her to wait for him until he got out of the war. She said yes. YES, and yet not realizing what she was really agreeing to. Years of struggles and a life dedicated to the needs of my Dad, six children and ultimately, being eyes for both herself and him.

Not one to bring attention to his own disabilities, my Dad expected those around him to respect his decision to appear normal. Today however, I would like to pay tribute to just a few of his accomplishments:

6 children

14 grandchildren

17 great grandchildren

and a small farm that still exists today.

His legacy lives on because he never gave up even when death was calling out his name 65 years ago. He was a hard worker, persistent, giving, and above all, NEVER A QUITTER.

Gene (Dad), Jeanette (Mom), Janet, Larry, Duane, Nancy, Lynda and me, at the bottom after having gotten in trouble for not smiling.

Mom and Dad taken several years before their 59th Wedding Anniversary.

For all that you gave me and who you were, thanks Dad. I love you. You and Mom are both my HEROES.

Sally