November holds a special significance for HG's World for several reasons both personal and historical. First, it was on the Ides of November 2007, that I launched myself into the galaxy of the blogosphere by founding HG's World. My first real post was a Tribute to My Dad which briefly traced his service in the Pacific during the war. Events have a strange way of collecting like iron filings to a magnet. For my family, November seems to be that magnet.
November, 1951 brought another day or reckoning for our family. It was a cool mid-November day that I last saw my dad. I remember that moment to this second, sitting at his feet playing with the model airplane he had brought my brother and I, His dress, a fringed leather jacket, white shirt and Levi's was in the mold of Hank Williams the pop icon of the day. My dad soon left, and I watched as he walked down Palmyra Street never to return. Time passed, but the loss persisted.
Fast forward another 36 years and in the days post 9/11, I began a search to find my father which ended in discovering in November 2002, that he had died in 1985 and that I had three long lost brothers, who joined me and my own younger brother, as products of the unsettled life our father lived after never reconciling the experiences of the war. The loss of my father, is tempered with knowing how faithful he was to do his duty as millions of young men of his generation did.
As I recount the month of November and the events that have been occurred within its middle weeks, I find myself reflecting on why, but when I count up the pluses they far outweigh the minuses, to make this month, one of thanksgiving and reflection that go far beyond the traditional holiday for my family.