The Eighth Day of May.
If you ever talked to my Dad on Eighth Day of May, I can pretty much guarantee that he would tell you that it was one of the most important dates of his life.
He would tell you about three events.
I would tell you them in chronological order, but I will tell you about them in the order that he would.
Not because one is more important than the other,
but because there is one event....
that if it did not happen...
he may have not been around to continue to celebrate the other two.
My Dad would tell you that he would never forget the Eighth day of May,
because it was the day he and his fellow POW's and soldiers were liberated
from a German Prisoner of War Camp in Markt Pongau, Austria.
He never talked much about the war, but this date and this day was burned in his memory.
He would then go on to tell you, that the memory of this day...
made it easy for him to remember and celebrate his sister, Gladys' birthday, on the Eighth Day of May.
And later when his daughter, Patty was born on the Eighth Day of May,
he would never have trouble remembering her birthday.
How grateful we are that the 1944 Eighth Day of May....
....made future celebrations possible.
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