Showing posts with label US Army serial number. Show all posts
Showing posts with label US Army serial number. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

November 27, 2009

Another Thanksgiving has come and gone. On Friday, Sandra, Amber and I drove to Clark University to pick up Nathaniel. This Thanksgiving was spent at home with Sandra and my three children and later in the afternoon all 5 of us visited my Dad at Sentry Hill.

For many years we would travel to Gloucester, MA., to the home of my Uncle Michael. He would invite my mother (his sister) et al, my sister et al, sometimes his wife's family and my family to their home. (Since my mother and father are divorced my father was never invited.) Going to Gloucester for thanksgiving was a big part of my children's family experience for which I am very grateful to my Uncle. It was often the only time we would see my Uncle and his family throughout the year. Last year he emailed me and said he wasn't inviting us because they made other plans. And again this year he didn't invite us.

I think his breaking ties with us was due to my maternal families state of disharmony. My mother and sister asserted themselves against my wife, children and myself ultimately threatening to take partial custody of my children. The matter escalated as my sister told my mother many untruths. Without asking me my mother believed my sister. Their threats were probably the most detrimental actions I have endured. Nature provides most creatures and certainly humans an instinct to protect their young and Sandra and I felt very threatened. As we felt in jeopardy as a family by my mother and sister it is impossible to include them in our lives as we previously had. The matter was absurd and caused overwhelming stress.

It is unfortunate for my kids. My mother was the only grandparent they had who would do things with them on an individual basis, although seldom. And my sister the only aunt who took an interest in them as far as family goes. In a perfect world things would be different.



After we had Thanksgiving Dinner all five of us visited my Father. He was happy to see us. Throughout the day I had felt unsettled as I could have brought him to my home for dinner. But I felt it would be safer not to. So we talked with him about things he could remember. My daughter had recently written a paper for her American History class about his serving in the Korean War which put a twinkle in his eye, as well as a few tears. I would dare say he is as proud to be a veteran as anything he has ever done.

I am so grateful to have amazing kids and an amazing wife. My father takes pleasure in spending time with us and I am so glad that I can occasionally bring us all together.

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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

November 11, 2009

As I was growing up I remember my Dad spending endless hours playing solitaire on our dining room table. He would loose nearly as often as he would play with a few exceptions here and there, which were always peppered with hurrah's and much glee.

Today I visited my Dad, my sister was there as well. She ate breakfast with him. I arrived at Sentry Hill with my own cup of coffee and declined breakfast. There isn't a lot to talk about. Usually upon arrival I test my Dad's memory to see where he stands in relation to my last visit. This morning he was sadly much less cognitive. He couldn't remember his U.S. Army serial number which he has always been able to recite without any hesitation. This was particularly sad as today is Veteran's Day.

Thinking back to when the 3 of us would spend time playing his favorite card game, kitty whist, I walked down to his room and picked up the pack of playing cards I put in there shortly after his arrival at Sentry Hill. Coming back to the table in the dining area I dealt the cards as if we all knew how to play. As I had forgotten I was hoping either my sister or Dad could remember. My Dad had a tough time picking up the cards, though he made an honest attempt. By reading his face he looked like he was playing. But his hands were at a loss.

We tried kitty whist and then solitaire. At first he was at a total loss as I dealt the cards out directly in front of him. My sister and I assisted him hoping and trying to provoke his memory. He happened to put a few correct combination's down though I wasn't sure if it was just luck.

With our help (cheating) he managed to win.