“You are always in my heart, Even though you’re far away”–Kim Gannon and Ernest Lecuona
My dad served in the South Pacific in WW II. He suffered burns all over his body when he had to jump from a flaming ship; He suffered malaria and its after-effects; He suffered nightmares all his life. He was not a well man due to the war, plus he had a difficult childhood. Dad NEVER spoke about his time in WW II nor did he speak of his childhood; he kept that bottled in. Through it all, he was a great father to me and a great husband to my mom; theirs was a very loving marriage. He was also a loving grandfather and a very generous man. I get my love of music from him…he could sure whistle a tune and had a lovely voice and was light on his feet. I remember listening to a 78 rpm record that he recorded and sent to my mom of “Always in My Heart,” a WW II song. Have no idea where that record is. Still miss him. It’s almost 23 years since he left us. Mom misses him every day. Rest In Peace, Dad.
Let Us Remember Our Veterans.