Happy 75th Birthday, Daddy!

Today would have been my Daddy's 75th birthday. He was a Cub Scout and a Boy Scout. He was in the Presidential Air Force Band. While he spent his time in the Air Force stateside, he performed an important job, he played taps for the returning dead. He played at J*efferson Barracks and at A*rlington national cemetaries.

Today my son did the closing for their Scout troop. We showed everyone Daddy's Cub Scout cap from the 1930's, told them about my Daddy, and then his grandson played Taps on my Daddy's trumpet, which is now my son's.

We have celebrated every one of my Daddy's birthday's somehow since his death nearly four years ago. He always said he wanted to live to be 75. God called him home before that time. This will be the last year I will make special celebration for my Daddy. It's his 75th. That was all he wanted.

Day is done,
Gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.
All is well,
safely rest,
God is nigh.