It’s my father’s flag. It flew in our yard for years and when he passed and it was lower for the last time, was the final statement of his life.
But now, I have his flag. A corner is a bit tattered, and my intention is to have it repaired and preserved. A noble gesture to some. A frustration for me in that I don’t want to fly it without. Plus, I can’t remember where I had put it since last year.
So on this Flag Day, I needed to get a new flag. It’s still the standard under which we live and I love the idea and principals behind it. So I bought a new one, pretty much assuring I will find my father’s flag.
Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone?
Who knew I’d be quoting “Big Yellow Taxi” on Flag Day?