Monday, June 14, 2010
But Daddy also played in a marching band, which was also a concert band. On July 4, my mom would drop him off at the beginning of the parade route in a nearby town, and then drive to our favorite parking area. We would walk to "our spot" near the end of the parade route where many of our relatives would be waiting. We would all sit together until the parade was over. Then we all shared the picnics that my aunts had provided, and get ready for the concert. This group of guys that were so good at playing all the patriotic marches that are so well known, would take their places on the stage and begin their concert. The music was incredible and included the patriotic songs that were not marches, some classical pieces, and ending with the Overture of 1812. After the concert, we had more time with the relatives, playing games and using our sparklers, before finally ending our long day with an incredible fireworks show. Ah, those wonderful memories. And so, Daddy, as another birthday passes without you, I salute you for all the wonderful things you taught me, all the love you gave me, and all the great memories that cannot be taken from me.