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We’ll March On

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010 at 19:12 ET

I was talking to Andrea the other day about Facebook posts and how they should be upbeat, relevent, and generally give people a chuckle. Therefore I’ll start off by saying that, although I’m only writing this so I can link to it from Facebook, I’m not actually writing it on Facebook and I think that makes it better and keeps me from being a hypocrite. (That’s a valid loophole, right?)

Grandpa and His Kids

Last weekend was tough, and I owe about 100 people a debt of gratitude. I’ll never even know all of their names, but I’ll always be grateful for the family, friends, and strangers that made saying goodbye to my Grandpa a beautiful experience. We were blessed to have pleasant weather and so much family (and friends we consider family) gather around us to say goodbye. Having so many people present showed a heartwarming amount of respect and love for Grandpa, enabled us to comfort and support each other, and connected us together as a family. The whole time, looking at all the pictures of his gigantic smile, I knew that, wherever he is, Grandpa must have been smiling down on us, filled with the love we were sharing.

Today I got to a song in my “New to Me” playlist that really summed-up the feelings I have been having. My Grandpa could be a difficult person sometimes, but he gave selflessly his whole life. I really believe, even in the midst of the worst arguments, that everything he did was motivated by genuine love for everyone he interacted with. One memory I was able to share with everyone was how he would grab on to your elbow when he had something to say – even if you would have rather politely excused yourself to another conversation. Even when that action was irritating, he was tangibly present in our lives. He never gave up his argument either, and although that may have revealed some stubbornness and pride, it also showed that he would never give up on you. He kept arguing because he kept caring enough to try and convince you.

Driving out to Florida National Cemetery was a lot more than I had even hoped it would be. It took a little bit to get there, but having a military honor guard make a final salute to someone who served his country so well was stirring. He wasn’t outwardly prideful of his rank or his military accomplishments, but I know Grandpa would be pleased to know that his sacrifice and hard work was honored. I remember the honor guard marching away before the pastor spoke and recalled when Grandmother and Grandpa took me to a military base to see a graduation ceremony and how Grandpa commented on the marching.

Although we may have to without him, I’m glad to say that we’ll march on. This brings me a mournful joy: I know that’s what he’d want us to do and I know we’ll carry him along with us.

For those days we felt like a mistake,
Those times when love’s what you hate,
Somehow we keep marchin on.
For those nights that I couldn’t be there,
I’ve made it harder to know that you know
That somehow we’ll keep movin on.

Theres so many wars we fought,
Theres so many things we’re not,
But with what we have
I promise you that we’re marchin on.
For all of the plans we made
There isn’t a flag I’d wave,
Don’t care where we’ve been,
I’d sink us to swim: we’re marchin on.

For those doubts that swirl all around us,
For those lives that tear at the seams,
We know we’re not what we’ve seen.

For this dance we move with each other,
There ain’t no other step
Than one foot right in front of the other.

There’s so many wars we fought,
There’s so many things we’re not,
But with what we have
I promise you that we’re marchin on.
For all of the plans we made
There isn’t a flag I’d wave,
Don’t care where we’ve been,
I’d sink us to swim: we’re marchin on.

Right, Right, Right, Right, Left
Marchin On

We’ll have the days we break
And we’ll have the scars to prove it.
We’ll have the bombs that we saved
And we’ll have the heart not to lose it.

For all of the times we stopped,
For all of the things I’m not.

You put one foot in front of the other.
You move like we ain’t got no other.
We go where we go – we’re marchin on.

There’s so many wars we fought,
There’s so many things we’re not,
But with what we have
I promise you that we’re marchin on.

Right, Right, Right, Right, Left
Marchin On

“Marchin On”
OneRepublic
Waking Up
©Mosley Music Group

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