29-06-2022, 05:19 PM
got her wedding invitation while on my last deployment shortly before I was scheduled to rotate back to the states. There was an engagement pic of her and her fiance. He looked kind of squirrely to me but if my baby sister wanted him and my parents had vetted him I was in no position to disagree. She said in her letter that she and her new husband would be moving to the east coast after their honeymoon. His job was in sales for a national cosmetics corporation and his territory was the north east. Along with the wedding gift I wrote a quick note explaining why I couldn't attend her wedding and wished her the best. I really felt bad in that I had missed my baby sister's growing years, her graduation and now her marriage. I made a vow that when I retired I would be more of the the brother that I had never been.
Fast forwarding a few years I finally retired as an E-8 pay grade enlisted. I had decided years before that the allure of the quietness of the north woods would be cathartic to my weary warrior bones. I was most interested in trying to reclaim any lost and misspent attachment with my family.
Before I could even contact my parents my father passed away. The email I received from my mother was short and to the point. My father had died of a massive heart attack. She also sent the obituary from our local paper. There wasn't much else. She said that he had been cremated and the services had already taken place. She also told me that she would be selling their entire estate and then move south to a retirement community that their church managed in Florida. She didn't offer any encouragement for me to visit so I suppose she still wanted to distance herself. I briefly thought of our last years together. I felt a sudden loss of a family I never really knew or understood.
Fast forwarding a few years I finally retired as an E-8 pay grade enlisted. I had decided years before that the allure of the quietness of the north woods would be cathartic to my weary warrior bones. I was most interested in trying to reclaim any lost and misspent attachment with my family.
Before I could even contact my parents my father passed away. The email I received from my mother was short and to the point. My father had died of a massive heart attack. She also sent the obituary from our local paper. There wasn't much else. She said that he had been cremated and the services had already taken place. She also told me that she would be selling their entire estate and then move south to a retirement community that their church managed in Florida. She didn't offer any encouragement for me to visit so I suppose she still wanted to distance herself. I briefly thought of our last years together. I felt a sudden loss of a family I never really knew or understood.
जिंदगी की राहों में रंजो गम के मेले हैं.
भीड़ है क़यामत की फिर भी हम अकेले हैं.
