#14 Things you may not know about me
May. 26th, 2025 07:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My father is a veteran. He severed in Vietnam. I figured this would be a good one to write about since it is Memorial day. Growing up we didn't talk much about it. We knew as kids (my sister and I) it was something he did. But topics like that and other wars weren't discussed much. It was just a hard topic to talk about with two young girls growing up. He was a veteran service officer for quite awhile. That was a job where he helped other veterans with their doctor apportionment, mental health related care, driving them to apportionments, applying for benefits and I'm sure there was other things I just can't think of them off the top of my head. It was a good job, one he was able to retire from comfortably at an early age.
Recently he has talked to me more about his experiences more. This past winter we actually had some good conversations - things he told me that he has told hardly anyone else. About some of the stuff that went down and what he had to do, how he dealt with it over there. It was basically kids over there fighting a war that they had nothing to do with. To be taken to a strange and unknown place, face danger and death almost daily. To survive and come back to their home and have slurs used against them, trash thrown at them and be hatted for something they had no control over. What a warm welcome indeed.
I could talk more about this, but I feel I want to keep what I know about my dad and his experiences private. I respect him to no ends and now I am here as his daughter as someone to listen to him in his aging years of a time that changed him in a way that no one should ever have to go through.
Recently he has talked to me more about his experiences more. This past winter we actually had some good conversations - things he told me that he has told hardly anyone else. About some of the stuff that went down and what he had to do, how he dealt with it over there. It was basically kids over there fighting a war that they had nothing to do with. To be taken to a strange and unknown place, face danger and death almost daily. To survive and come back to their home and have slurs used against them, trash thrown at them and be hatted for something they had no control over. What a warm welcome indeed.
I could talk more about this, but I feel I want to keep what I know about my dad and his experiences private. I respect him to no ends and now I am here as his daughter as someone to listen to him in his aging years of a time that changed him in a way that no one should ever have to go through.
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Date: 2025-05-27 12:57 am (UTC)I took today to remember my late friend Steven Weatherford Jr., who perished in a house fire last Christmas morning. He was set to propose to his girlfriend and invited her family to his dad's house on Christmas Eve. Alas, a fire broke out the following morning and threatened the safety of everyone inside. Steven managed to get everyone out of the house except himself and became disoriented after the fumes got to him; the fact that Steven had asthma didn't help his case. Losing him on Christmas Day -- which is also my mom's birthday -- was the cap on a year in which I lost four people, now five. I was angry at the world, angry at my city for the budget cuts it made to our fire department due to an incompetent (and now criminally indicted) mayor, and angry at Life for breaking my heart so many times during a year-long worsening mental health crisis. The fact that I was able to formally say goodbye to Steven back in late January and still manage to get my old job back is why I've accepted my psychiatrist's perspective of being resilient -- that I'm still standing after what was arguably the worst year of my life thus far speaks volumes. And going forward, I keep Steven's memory close to remind me to keep on keeping on. At his funeral service, I gave a speech on how Steven made the ultimate sacrifice for his loved ones that Christmas morning... and he didn't even need a uniform to prove it. I'll never forget how the church congregation erupted into applause and cheers in response.
I thank your dad for his service to this country, and I will respect the privacy of his experiences. You have an awesome family, Jessica -- never forget that. 😇
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Date: 2025-06-01 04:10 pm (UTC)I'm sorry you've lost so many at such a young age. That can really tear up a heart. But sharing the stories and the memories I think can be healing in a sense. <3
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Date: 2025-05-27 10:13 am (UTC)Also, my grandfather was a veteran of WW2, and while I saw pictures of him from the war (he was a radar technician in Virginia), he rarely and I mean rarely as well spoke about it. (He has passed on now).
I, thank your dad for his service.
I, thank you for sharing about your dad as well. We can learn a lot from their service in the wars.
And no need to share anymore than you want to about your dad if you dont want too. His privacy is respected.
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Date: 2025-06-01 04:16 pm (UTC)Yes, it was a very different time back them - both times. All we can do is listen and learn of their experiences. I appreciate your kind words, thank you. :)
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Date: 2025-05-27 02:26 pm (UTC)Thank you to your father for his service! Highly respect you for maintaining his confidentiality.
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Date: 2025-06-01 04:27 pm (UTC)I greatly appreciate that and you sharing your family's story. :)
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Date: 2025-06-01 04:34 pm (UTC)Yes, I have so much respect for veterans as well. The experiences they go through for their countries is such a sacrifice. <3