Remember Them
Today is Memorial Day. It is also the 4th anniversary of my Mom's death. I was her caregiver. It started a lonely journey here to the South. My older brother was supposed to follow instead I went back to Indiana to bury him two years ago.
So today I remember my mother Mary Jane (Pat) Wilson. I have a living reminder of her every day since I adopted her cat Pixie. I was Mom's caregiver. I was fortunate that she remained alert until the very end. I am sure she would be proud of the care giving I am giving to my totally disabled younger brother. She would be proud that I have literally saved his life many times when his blood sugar would drop without warning. She would have been proud how I was on the floor getting Kayro syrup down him since his blood sugar was at 30, I was talking to 911, listening for the paramedics, and making sure Reid didn't swallow his tongue as he went into Grand Mal seizures. I went from retirement to full time caregiver in a blink of an eye.
I remember my Dad ,World War II veteran, Jack Wilson. I remember his humor most of all.
I remember my older brother Mike Wilson who was never the same after two tours of duty in Vietnam. He was never able to completely fight those demons from Vietnam and on August 29, 2012 they finally killed him. I had hoped we could get him down here with his only child and grandchildren and only sister but it was not to be.
I remember my Aunt Hazel Wilson who was a World War II veteran. She was always my role model in life. A strong independent women who was happy being single.
I remember my Uncle Bud who was a veteran of World War II. Colonel Norwood Hughes remained an Army officer his whole life.
I remember my Uncle Gene who was a veteran of World War II. He lied about his age to get into the Army. He was captured by the Nazis and spent time in a Prisoner of War camp.
I remember them today and miss them.