My brother wanted to dump my parents into assisted living against their wishes. They wanted to die at home, not in a nursing home. He said that they should “be glad they had 3 daughters because if they had 3 sons, the sons would have forced them into assisted living months ago”.
My husband cringed when he heard that because he would not do that to his mother and we felt my deceased brother would not be so adamant that they needed to be forced out of their home either.
Days after Mom’s death, he bullied Dad into assisted living. He said he was afraid dad would hurt himself – he was more worried Dad would damange the house and make it harder to sell, the greedy bastard that he is.
Oh how I wish Lou were my brother.
Dad served about 22 months in WWII (he’s not sure of the exact time but he joined near the end of the war). He went to New Orleans and FL for training then to the South Pacific, serving on a small boat. He said there were 16 crew plus 4 gunners from another boat (no one in his crew could shoot) on a 110 ft boat. It needed towed a lot because it couldn’t hold enough fuel. They went out to sea to support the bombers – circling in the water, waiting for the pilots to bail out. None did. When the runs were finished, they were towed back to port.
He spent his time in the service circling in the ocean, waiting to rescue pilots in a boat that couldn’t hold enough gas to go anywhere….
I wish I knew more of his war stories. The only one he really talked about was being within 50 miles of australia and never going to shore there. He always wanted to go back, but after he retired, he always had excuses about why they couldn’t go.
Oh, and he talked about the endless meals of spam.
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has sent for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me a little but not too long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that once we shared.
Miss me but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take,
And each must go alone.
It’s all part of the master plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends you know,
And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds
Miss me but let me go.
— William Herman