My grandparents recently moved from their cute house in Ballard where they had lived since my mom was in high school to a retirement complex. At first they had resisted the idea of it, but once they had visited the place a couple times they decided that they would be crazy not to move there.
Now that they’re there they fit right in and love it. My grandpa plays in a band that has gigs at various parties around the complex and my grandma goes to cooking classes and is routinely stopped by random people and asked if she is the violinist’s wife.
Anyway, I’m telling you all about this because every Veterans Day I think about my grandpa and how grateful I am for him fighting in WWII. To say he is proud of being a member of the Marines Corp would be a drastic understatement. So at this retirement place they have a little entryway which they can decorate and here is my grandparents:
So, yeah, he’s proud to be a marine. As he should be.