I probably won’t be posting for the next couple of days; I picked my sister up at the airport yesterday. She flew in from Albuquerque and will be here for several days, staying with my Mom. So I’m getting ready to zoom down the mountain again to spend the weekend with them. Today will be spent shopping (my sister loves to shop). And tomorrow we’ll head south to Monterey to visit Dad’s grave. Tomorrow marks the fifth anniversary of his passing.
Throughout my life, he never spoke much about the time he served in the Marines,
much of it during the Korean War. Yet when he was dying, it was in that military cemetery he wanted his remains interred, rather than in one closer to home. After he passed, we found a short biography he’d written. In it, he described some of the places he went and the things he did and saw during his time in Korea. It was a new story to us. Though he was proud to be a Marine, Dad had always shrugged off his service, saying that he’d spent most of his time in the rear, doing office work. But in his bio he wrote about the places he went and the battles he took part in, and about the young men he knew who’d been killed or maimed in combat. It was a revelation. His bio brought home to us how much that gentle, genial, humble man’s service meant to him. We honored his wishes.
The cemetery is a nearly five-hour drive (on freeways crowded with hurtling semis) from Mom’s house, which makes it really difficult (read “impossible) for her to get down there on her own. She’s 78 now
and is a very nervous driver. So Jami and I, along with my Dad’s younger sister, will make the trip with her, as we do each year. Mom and Dad were, from the moment they met in San Francisco in the ’50s, very much in love with each other, and that never changed during their 49 years of marriage.
My hand has nearly healed, though it’s still a bit swollen. The wound on the back is puffy and sore-ish, but it’s closing up slowly but surely. The one in my palm has closed completely. Amazing how quickly the body repairs itself after injury, isn’t it? I don’t even need the band-aids; the wounds don’t look scary anymore, so there’s not even any need to hide them.
I hope this finds all of you, my friends, feeling well and getting ready for a relaxing and rejuvenating weekend. Enjoy the gifts it brings.
So sorry to hear about Logan but 91 years old in dog years means he lived a long and full life.
Your dad sounds like he was a remarkable man. I lost my dad about fifteen years ago and I have always believed he hung the moon. There was a lot we did not find out about him until he died because he was humble. It sounds like that was the type of man your father was.
Keep ice on that hand. Every evening, after I get home, I put ice on my cheek. You would think the swelling would have gone down by now from the tooth extraction. Oh well, follow-up is tomorrow.
Ahhhhh! I want to pinch baby Wren’s cheeks. Have fun with the family.
I hope the time with your mom and sister is sweet for you. My dad was in the Korean War too and her too wanted to be buried in the VA cemetery. He talked often about his time in the Korea, I think he was the reason I joined the army.
Enjoy the weekend and take care. =)
Awww Wren…what a nice thing for you and your sister to do for your mom! I know you must miss him terribly! Your dad is so handsome in his photo. Be careful traveling!
Have a great time with your family Wren. Being with family is like nothing else. 🙂