This month, after 23 years, 8 months, and 27 days (they counted), I retired from the Army. This week, we finished moving out of our last "PCS" house. Next week, we begin the "settling in" process in what we call our "forever house."
I was able to celebrate my retirement with family, friends, and co-workers. We were not able to track down some we wanted to invite, and others we did invite were not able to attend. I want to publicly thank everyone who celebrated with us, apologize to everyone who didn't get an invite and would have wanted to attend, and assure everyone who could not attend that you were there in spirit and in our thoughts.
I owe so much to so many to have reached this milestone. None of my achievements were mine alone. I was never the best among those with whom I served and always better for having served with them.
To my family and friends:
I also wanted to dedicate this post to four people, whom I will never forget:
“To live well, to laugh often, to love much, to gain the respect of intelligent people, to win the love of little children. To fill one’s niche and accomplish one’s task, to leave the world better than one finds it whether by an improved flower, a perfect poem or another life ennobled. To never lack appreciation of earth’s beauty or fail to express it, to always look for the best in others, to give the best one has. To make one’s life an inspiration and one’s memory a benediction. This is success.”*