Good morning dear brothers & sisters! This month has been something else. There has been some coming up continuously. Today, I have another doctor’s appointment. This time it is with the doctor who keeps an eye on all my nuts and bolts. It is only a standard check-up. I was informed that the doctors have to keep an eye on your new screws and pins for at least a year or two to make sure nothing shifts or gets out of place. For those of you who don’t know, I started out with a three level back fusion. Then I had a bad wreck, a drunk hit me in the side of our truck and rolled it. Oh and it gets better, after almost recovering from that I had a stalker throw something through my cabin’s window and it ended up burning the cabin to the ground. The only way out was to jump out a second floor window. Between the car wreck and the fire, I had to have more rods and screws installed in my body. I feel like the bionic woman. So I have to go every now and then for a check-up to make sure none of my screws or rods have moved. Or should I say, “if I have any screws loose.” I imagine y’all can answer that question, lol! Love it, all I do these days is go to the doctor.
After that we are going to town. I don’t know if you are familiar with the Vietnam Traveling Wall but it is coming to town. They needed volunteers to help set it up and also greet visitors when it is finally up. Some of us volunteered to do both. I volunteered to help with the opening ceremony tonight and practice is today. I feel obligated to help in anyway I can. All of my family served in the military at one time or the other. Most of them came back from the wars but I have one that didn’t and it bothers me. It was my uncle. He was a pilot in the Vietnam War and his plane was shot down. He was killed a few years before I was born. I can’t imagine what my grandmother must have gone through. Having a son go off to war and he never returns. They did have a service for him and I visit his grave, he is buried beside my grandmother and grandfather. But there is no one there, just an empty casket. To even think about it, I don’t know how my grandparents even dealt with that. You get a notice your son is dead, but there are no remains or nothing. You bury an empty casket. How awful. Even though I didn’t know him, I feel obligated to go and help out anyway I can. I owe him that much. He sacrificed his life so the rest of us could live in peace and enjoy the comforts our country provides. I am hoping I will find his name on the wall but if I don’t today, the Wall will be here through Saturday. I don’t know what I will feel when I do find his name. Tell him who I am, tell him I love him even though I never got the chance to know him. I do feel a bond to him. I have thought about him over the years but with the Wall coming to our area, his memory has been haunting me. I am sure tears will be shed for the uncle I never got the chance to know.
War is horrible and it is even worse when it hits home. I wish we never, ever had to send any of our brave men and women to war again or overseas. I wish our world would learn to live in peace. I know that is only a dream and it will never happen. There will continue to be mothers and fathers who have to bury their children. Children who never got to know their parents and people like me, who never got to know their aunts and uncles because of a terrible thing called “war.”
We will see you tomorrow, I promise. Till then….
Lady of the Abyss