The Independance of our Nation. the Revolutionary War. Fireworks, the Flag of the United States of America. This is what we think of when 4th of July comes to our minds, Oh yeah, sometimes, summer trips, times with family, baseball games and Wimbeldon. WOW.
My memories are of my family, my parents, my father Mitch E McLaughlin who passed away on July 4th of 90. He died in his sleep of a massive heart attack He was great. I will never forgot all he sacrificed for our family. A lil history of Mitch E McLaughlin, He was born in 1932 on April 14th. He graduated from High School only to go into being a marine with WWII. He landed at Nagasaki and Hiroshima after the bomb. He lived and survived many years. He married my mom, Priscilla A Moore in June 11th of 1952, They had a great and wonderful marriage. I thank God for growing up in a strong home. I came along in October 5th of 1965, yeah, I’m older than y’all but, I am definitly young in my mind and heart. I remember my parents taking me on a mountain climbing trip just weeks after my broth Jim accidently broke my finger and a lil of my wrist. oh well. We went mountain climbing up some tough paths, only to find the place that we were hoping to eat lunch at burned to the ground. Oops. plan B, sack lunches.
We moved to Texas just a few years later and that is where I grew up the most, went to grade school, Junior High and high School. We had storms come through but we faired well. I got to see my dad in action alot and he got me where I was to have the most fun, Sports and sports. I began working with my High School football team at first. My mom and dad came to most every game. Home or away. I graduated from High School and started college where my sister was going at Sam Houston State, then I transferred to Alvin Community College and finally to East Texas Baptist University. The summer just before my senior year. I was working at a camp, when on the 4th of july, my boss called me over, early after breakfast to break the news of my dad’s passing. I was crushed but I went home briefly for his funeral. I had to be the strong one. my sister loved my dad greatly and would miss him the most. I could only comfort and consoul her.
Heidi and I would begin to be the best of friends, whereas before we would fight like cats and dogs. yeah messy.
I know that my parents are with Christ, they shared Christ with me along with our Pastor and the childrens pastor. I am my parents and sister would be baptised just a week after I became a Christian. Thank God for great and loving parents.
