Thanks for your expression of sympathy. It's true, my father made an Honor Flight to Washington, DC, in May 2015. I was able to accompany him and my brother as the Honor Flight participants made their way to the various local monuments and memorials, in particular the World War II Memorial. My father died less than four months later, on September 4, 2015.
He was a quiet man who lived a long life (age 94 when he died), was married nearly 69 years to the love of his life until my Mom died a year before him, raised three children who I would like to think rarely embarrassed him, enjoyed the love and respect and noise of five grandchildren and three great-grandchildren, loved his God, his family and his country in that order, died in the house that he himself had built for his family, and honorably did his duty when he was called upon to do so. If that doesn't define a hero, what does?