The past few years have been pretty much WTH. The constant feeling of waiting for the next shoe to drop. If it’s not transitioning the parents into assisted living, it’s jury duty… If it’s not a hurricane, it’s having another appliance go bellow up right before a holiday. It’s hoping I still have a job after the next re-org. It’s hoping the next 4 years won’t completely bankrupt my retirement. It’s frustration laden with anxiety, without being able to see a silver-lining… And now, I should be thankful.

I found this menu in my parents stuff. It’s where my grandfather served in Europe, during WWII. It’s about 6 months before the end of the war… the war had been going on for about 5 years before, with no real end in sight.

In perspective, what we’ve been going through now is minor… almost a mild annoyance in comparison. We owe a lot to our parents/grandparents. And I’m thankful that my grandfather served food and supplies, rather than on the front lines. He survived and flourished.

…I read the prayer in the above menu, and wonder if “democratic society” still translates or what the prayer would read for modern times…