73 years ago today, my cousin James Privoznik was Killed In Action near Bras, Belgium, during the Battle of the Bulge. Today I think about him, as I do most days, but especially on the anniversary of his death.
James appeared in my life in 2012 and remained with me until 2016. During those years, he assisted in several areas of my life, including the reshaping of my business, as I moved from doing only genealogy, to focusing on WWII research. Together we traveled to Europe twice in 2015. The first trip was dedicated to walking in his footsteps, flying his final burial flag at Luxembourg Cemetery where he sleeps, and walking in the woods where he was killed. The second trip was more for me, to move through some things and create something new in life. He was with me every step of the way.
Is it possible to love someone you’ve never met in this life? I think so. The love felt went both ways, but as all things go, there always comes an end.
One of James’ last acts of love for me during the years he was part of my life, was to take part in me meeting my husband. After that, it wasn’t long before he asked to be released and sent to the light. He had helped me create a military business and open up to my healing abilities. He also completed what he needed to, so he could leave this place. While I was sad to see him go, I knew our time together was finished and he had done everything he need to do, sometimes with my help.
Today it is not with tears I remember James, but love, happiness, and a smile. I’m so grateful for everything he did to help me in the time we were together.
Would you like to learn a little more about James’s life? You can read my article on Identifying those Unidentified Photos.
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