My thoughts drift to my father on many occasions.
His birthday, yahrzeit.
Father’s Day, wedding anniversary.
Certainly, Memorial Day.
Designated to honor generations of veterans.
Sacrificing life and limb for our nation.
My father flew a B-24 during World War II.
Helping to liberate France.
Defeat Hitler.
End the Holocaust.
Maintain freedom against fascism, autocracy.
Allowing his children to grow up believing in democracy.
In certain inalienable rights.
Each person, equal.
No person above the law.
Life, liberty, pursuit of happiness.
What would my father say today?
If he could see democracy at risk?
Threats to abandon established governmental norms?
Like peaceful transfer of power?
Corruption in the Supreme Court?
A presidential candidate indicted on eighty-eight felony counts?
Overturn of Roe v Wade?
Rampant anti-Semitism?
What would my father say?
To officials conspiring to steal elections?
Undermine the balance of power?
Disadvantage swaths of voters?
Demand loyalty to party over Constitution?
What would my father say to me, my siblings?
Would he rail and holler?
Roll his eyes, shrug?
This man, whose parents fled Russia.
To rear family without fear, in safety.
From persecution, pogroms.
What would my father say?
For his wise words, I yearn.
I suppose I’ll never hear them.
It’s time I take my turn.
Lynn Benjamin
May 27, 2024
Yahrzeit is the anniversary of the death of a loved one.