Going to Washington DC

There is a great program called "The Honor Flight". This program takes WWII Vets to Washington DC to see the WWII Monument. The gentleman at the left is my Grandpa Morrison. I remember so many stories he would tell about being away from home and how he had met so many people. The one thing I remember the most is he once told me the world was a wide open space and I had to look at every person I met or place I traveled as a new adventure. In part because you never know when a new door in your life will open. I am excited to get the chance to take that adventure on the 21st of May when I travel to Washington DC with a group of WWII Vets from Nebraska. This picture of my Grandpa will be going with me. He was a wonderful man who in all my memories I don't remember him complaining! Our youngest son Paul was named after him. So many things Paul does reminds me of my Grandpa and our little Paul is always running into stuff hitting his head etc. This I am told Grandpa Morrison was always doing! I do remember a lot of bandages on his hands and forhead growing up!

I miss him and so wish I would have wrote down those stories he told me growing up. I can't wait to be on a plane with the WWII Vets and introduce them to my Granpa Paul!