I knew when I saw your flag that this essay would be special. You've captured home and the love of community, country and neighbor. For those of us who don't stop often enough to count our blessings, thank you.
My neighbor passed away this morning after a long and painful illness. Her husband, a tough old independent cuss, asked me for a hug and shared his grief. My other neighbor, seeing our puny old flag hanging from a window, drove around town today looking for a bigger flag - and finally finding a newspaper flag ("big enough for people to see it from the street") which he proudly presented to my mother. Tomorrow we will happily tape it to the bedroom window.
You did show this to Lydia, didn't you?
Thanks for stopping by.