Kara Franklyn was born in Southern California but grew up in Walnut Creek where I went to school there, fought and played with my brothers and sister there, had my first heart broken there and made lifelong friends that no matter where I live will always be there for me! I have lived in several cities in California. From Monterey to Tahoe, DisneyLand to the San Francisco Zoo, it just doesn't get much better! I am married to my best friend, Pete makes me laugh, think and care about what is happening in our world! I am blessed to have family and friends who care about me and laugh at my really dumb jokes!!
Once, a long time ago, but still feels like it was yesterday, I naively asked my Daddy, "what's the difference between Memorial Day and Labor Day?!!" Not really a good question to ask a retired navy man who served during WW2!! But thankfully, he swallowed his irritation and explained to me what exactly the day meant. I wish I could repeat to you word for word, and the passion behind those words his definition. I will never forget his voice as it wavered a bit when talking about planes that would leave the carrier but not come back, women waiting at the dock for their men to come home but being taken to the back of the carrier where they would unload the coffins. I never experienced a war. I was to young and to protected to know what Vietnam was, then the 80's, a few skirmishes and then 9-11. Suddenly so many men and women leaving our country to go far, far away, many coming back so different. Whether a lost limb, or the deadness in their eyes, all of a sudden I started to feel just how important Memorial Day was, I began to truly understand what my Daddy, my Father in law, my husband all felt. While it is only one day for us. For some, it is an every day memory. My father in law was in Vietnam when he was just 18, when we go back East to see Pete's family, we always find him at the VFW, many others with him, it's like the one place they can go to that they don't have to talk about it or they can talk about it all they want, and the ones that are there, understand, sipping their beers, occasionally saluting a fallen soldier, a fallen friend. 18 years old, when I was 18, it was about clothes and parties, college and cute guys, For them it was about survival. Then fast forward to 9-11 and my husband heading to the desert. Unlike his Dad, he doesn't even talk about the war, sometimes a brief mention, but every time the Star Spangled banner is played, his eyes "sweat" as he calls it. There are certain movies we don't watch and certain topics that aren't spoken about. Just like my Daddy and his Pops, the memories of the war they carry are mainly for the other soldiers. They want to protect us from the ugliness they saw. So this memorial Day, the least I can do is to thank all our fallen soldiers and the ones who came back with so many memories, that one day, sadly is not enough. So to all service men and women, thank you