I always look for the enchantment in life, and if I don't find, it usually finds me. It's part of a quixotic nature. One just ambles through circumstance and with both eyes open — Ah! The story appears.
Monday was the 33rd consecutive year of the La Cañada Memorial Day Commemoration. The real story was the story within the story.
Prior to the commemoration I received numerous e-mails, mostly from women. They expressed a deep-seated gratitude of the efforts their fathers made during World War II. These notes embodied a fondness, an admiration, and a forlorn sense of nostalgia, but more poignant was the deep love and a sentiment that expressed how much they missed their fathers and the pride they felt in the role that they played as soldiers. Most of the women who wrote had fathers who had passed. It was touching to read their notes, and I readily understood that special connection between daughter and dad. Invariably they expressed that their dad was indeed smiling and looking down from heaven. "He was there, " wrote one daughter.