We had a wonderful Thanksgiving trip up to south Georgia. We enjoyed spending some time with my parents, feasting, and visiting a bit with other relatives. Then we traveled home safely on Saturday afternoon.
Our route took us through Thomasville, Georgia on U.S 19. As we approached Thomasville, we began to notice people spread out along the northbound lanes. They were all looking south. We speculated about what they were waiting for. Maybe we'll see their Christmas parade...but no, a Christmas parade wouldn't come this far out of town. We noticed they were all holding flags, some small, some large. I said, "I think this might be for a soldier."
When we stopped at an intersection, my husband rolled down the window and asked a lady waiting in the median with her flag. Yes, a local young man had died in Afghanistan, and the community was honoring his service and supporting his family, waiting for the funeral procession to arrive. She was gratified to hear that people were waiting at every intersection for the next 2 miles.
I have thought often and prayed often for the family of Army Specialist Shannon Chihuahua since then. A combat medic, he put himself in danger to help wounded comrades. Brave. Dedicated. Selfless.
Now as these holidays approach, I pray for his family. This will be their first Christmas without him. Lord, please pull them close to your heart.
6 years ago