Categories: General
      Date: Oct  2, 2009
     Title: Jotting Judi

Comin’ Home

     A community came together in Dalhart last Friday as Sergeant David A. Davis, killed in the line of duty in Afghanistan, was brought home:


•    people, young and old—wearing red and holding American flags, lined the roadway

•    a plane hovered overhead staying close to the hearse as it made its way from Ingram Airport to Horizon Funeral home on 7th Street

•    truckers communicated on their CB’s to find out why they were stopped on Hwy 54, and when the news spread from truck to truck, they offered stories of their own family members serving our country

•    a retired Navy Chaplain stood in somber silence and raised his hand to salute as the hearse passed by his “post”

•    officers stood at attention beside their patrol cars as vehicles carrying military personnel drove by

•    gallant riders on horseback led the vehicle the last few blocks to the funeral home



Comin’ Home

    A community came together in Dalhart last Friday as Sergeant David A. Davis, killed in the line of duty in Afghanistan, was brought home:


•    people, young and old—wearing red and holding American flags, lined the roadway

•    a plane hovered overhead staying close to the hearse as it made its way from Ingram Airport to Horizon Funeral home on 7th Street

•    truckers communicated on their CB’s to find out why they were stopped on Hwy 54, and when the news spread from truck to truck, they offered stories of their own family members serving our country

•    a retired Navy Chaplain stood in somber silence and raised his hand to salute as the hearse passed by his “post”

•    officers stood at attention beside their patrol cars as vehicles carrying military personnel drove by

•    gallant riders on horseback led the vehicle the last few blocks to the funeral home


    I stood there, accompanied by my daughter, Janda, experiencing a scene that seemed so surreal.  Two days before, my front door had burst open—and there she stood; all the way from Oregon to surprise me.   I stood there, delighted to have her “home,” and broken for the family that would not feel David’s warm embrace. I determined to spend every waking moment with Janda while she was here.

    We drank coffee and ate out with her friends.  We “toured” Dalhart visiting her childhood homes and took pictures on the playground at “The Roundup” at Rita Blanca Lake, where she spent countless hours as a child.  We curled up on the loveseat and watched a girl flick.  In the night, I watched her sleep, just to make sure she was really here!  We made banana bread and lemon bars, her favorites.  We went to the farm and watched the beginning of corn harvest.  She spent time with her daddy and her brother. She bonded with her sister-in-law and the babies.

    All too soon, the visit was over and she boarded a plane for Portland.  Comin’ home; sometimes they come and the visit is blessed, sometimes they come and we lay them to rest.  Treasure them while you can!