Me and my Dad
Today I honor the Veteran I loved the most by remembering my Father’s last battle and his ultimate Victory. My Dad was a survivor of the Bataan Death March, the survivor of three and a half years as a prisoner of war, and the ulimate survivor of a five year battle with Alzheimer’s disease.
Several years ago a very public man suggested that those who face this last and most cruel battle are “Really not here.” At the time I was compelled to respond in rebuttal because to remain silent, would be a disservice to my family and my father. This adaptation of that post is not a rebuttal. It is my tribute to my dad. A man who suffered so profoundly for our freedom. Who deserved my respect and love even in his worst hours of suffering.
My dad admires my watch.
My dad went to heaven after suffering from Alzheimer’s for over five years. In the end he recognized no one, and could carry on no meaningful conversation. His every need had to be taken care of by others. He spent much time staring blankly into space. But he mattered.