Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Let the tears flow.

Angel Fire Vietnam Memorial.


 We went to the Vietnam Memorial to donate some posters. I had framed posters about the history of the squadron I served on. I was blessed to fly with the only Naval Aviator that received the Medal Of Honor for performing a midnight rescue in Vietnam. 

One of the things that Sweetie and I had in common was the Navy. Her dad was a lifer in the Navy. Two of her brothers also served in the Navy and one Marine (almost a sailor.). I was happy that she still remember why we were there. Yet like so many other memories, they are no longer available for her to remember. So I do it for both of us. 

Have you ever wanted to find a quiet place, a private place to just sit in, with no one around, and just cry? I do. There are days when just the idea of what we are passing through, the endless days and nights, the fighting to do some of the most simplest life things, the wanting to have that one who talked to you for years to say something that means she knows what I'm talking about, those times that are missed. The nights that all I want is to pull her close, and cuddle. When all those no more times build up, I need to find a place where I can cry, wail, and let the tears flow. I've reached a overflow and need relief.  I can't take a drink, I can't get high, because that relief only masks the which is still there when I get back, so why even try. If you don't know, I'm a acholic, and I can't, because that road leads to disaster for both of us, so I won't.

I find my tear time with my Driver. He is there ready with a hankie, and a warm hug. He is my strength, my endurance to see this through. There isn't anything wrong with the tears that flow, for they are tears of love and loss, the most valuable of all. Just one more thing that we share as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, and sometimes it is had, but, we're keeping our Shiny Side Up. Let's see how many cars we can caravan today as we travel together down the Road to Dementia Town, keeping our Shiny Sides up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless. 

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