Ever since mom passed away, dad has been stuck in WW2. Every morning he gets up, looks out the windows to check for enemy troops. Every meal he asks if the soldiers have been fed before he will eat a bite. He talks about trying to decide if he is going to re-up or not.
One day this week, he had a dr appt, and youngest told him he heard through the grapevine they were calling a truce and the fighting would be over by the time we got home and that all the soldiers would be cleaned up and cleared out. I thought he was kind of grasping at straws at telling dad that, but it worked!
Just like that, he was out of WW2. He was back on American soil, but still in his early 20s.
The problem with that is, since 4am, we have been having to chase him and keep him from walking off. He has decided that he is going home, he’s tired of “visiting” us and is going to walk over the ridge to his home. Earlier today he made it outside, with one of the boys following him to make sure he was safe, and he refused to come inside. So I put him in the car and told him I would drive him home, but only if he could give me directions.
Of course he wasn’t able to, after all, our starting point was home.
We rode around, went to McDonald’s and got some sweet tea then headed home.
That worked for about 30 minutes then he was ready to leave again.
This has went on all day.
Tonight, dad got out of his recliner, put on his shoe, and coat and was headed to the door again. I tried reasoning with him, which is a futile exercise, and got no where. Stud came in the room and told dad he couldn’t go outside because it wasn’t safe. Dad asked why? Stud’s reply?
The fighting has started back.
Just like that, we are back in WW2.
We decided we could deal with the talk of war and fighting much better than we could risk him getting past one of us and walking off. We have a bed alarm and a chair alarm, but what if it malfunctioned and we didn’t hear him?
For our own peace of mind, it is better to let him think there is war going on outside than for him to think it is safe for him to head to where ever he thinks his home is.
I think that I am going to take him on a little trip tomorrow, show him his birth place, and let him see it one last time. We will visit the family cemetery where most of his family is buried. And hopefully it will settle him a bit. Calm him in a way that nothing has been able to calm him as of yet.
Or it just might stir up a whole new disturbance and we will have to find a new remedy.
I have no idea how it will turn out, but I know that its been bearing on me for a few weeks to take him “home”. To his family land. They no longer own it, but its his heritage. Its where he grew up, dirt poor, son of a moonshiner. He needs to see it one last time.