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One time, as I was in the midst of a fast, I felt led to go to Plainview's city cemetary where my granddad was buried (which is next to a major street and farm-to-market road) to try and find his headstone. After looking through the approximate area for a little while, I couldn't find it. But the Eternal Father knows where he is. Whether or not he truly had a relationship with Jesus Christ - I'll never know. But I do know this - there was at least one thing he did right. And all I have to do to remember what it was is to look at the tombstone at his grave in order to know the answer. Thanks, Papa, for doing what you did - and rest in peace. Shabbat Shalom, old soldier - wherever you are.
But what were the words I never said to him that I might say to him now this Memorial Day? They would be this: "We definitely had vast differences about the width and depth of the Grand Canyon - but I do want to say one thing. Thanks for listening to your country's call and being obedient to it. Just remember that your service was not in vain."
From your faithful reporter in the West Texas dust,
Coy Reece Holley
