"I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places,
that this heart of mine embraces all day through.
In that small cafe, the park across the way, the children's carousel,
the chestnut tree, the wishing well.
I'll bee seeing you in every lovely summer day,
In everything that's bright and gay,
I'll always think of you that way,
I'll find you in the morning sun, and when the night is new,
I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you.."
Even as I write those heart-rending but beautiful lyrics with tear filled eyes, so too did this WWII hero as he covered his eyes with a Kleenex tissue.I went to him, microphone in hand, and he apologized!
He had just recently lost his wife. Apologized! I can only paraphrase what I said to the gentleman: "Sir: every one of those tears is a gift from your God. After the sacrifice you and your fellow WWII members of the "Greatest Generation" gave to us, you should know we love and appreciate you.