Don't really have much to say today, just a lot to do around the house this weekend. However, I wanted to take a minute to remember the men who went ashore at Normandy on this date, 64 years ago. Fewer and fewer of them left every year.
We have a family friend whose brother died in Normandy (not in the initial wave, about a week or so in, I believe). This friend has traveled to Normandy several times, always bringing a little Rochester dirt to lay on his brother's grave. Being too young to serve (I think he was around 10 in '44), it's his way of paying homage to both his brother and all the brave men who died for their countries. While he didn't get into WWII, his life has touched many, through several generations, as an enthusiastic history teacher who strived to bring history alive for his high school, and later, college students.
Now the youngest brother is facing several debilitating problems/illnesses that are limiting the time he has left here. It's sad to see good men leave us, either in 1944 or today.
Just a thought.
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