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I was thinking of my Paw Paw today and how he used to tell this story about how he got into the army. He was selected for the Navy, but he wanted to be in the army. SO when he was checking in or whatever, he said look, I want to be int eh forces, I just dont want to be a seaman. The guy looked at him with shock and said well then, what DO you want to do may I ask? He said I would prefer to be int he Army, but I’ll be wherever you want me to be. The guy behind his said, I dont want to be in the navy either. And started to complain. The Sargent took my paw paw’s paper and went to stamp Army on it, and the guy behind him shoved his paper over my paw paw’s right before he stamped it. but he wasnt quick enough because the sargent stopped, gave him a hard look, grabbed the navy stamp and stamped the guys paper, took the army stamp and stamped my paw paw’s paper :)
He used to tell that story over and over again. Sometimes int he same story telling session! lol Sometimes after only about 20 minutes!
God love him. I would listen and smile and ask questions. He loved to have someone listen to him. Other I know would say ‘you just told us that pop’ and he would get confused and say ‘I did? Oh…’ and be discouraged because he realized he couldnt remember. My paw paw was a strong man. Getting Alzheimer’s was the worst thing that could have possibly happened to him. So I just let him go on and on because it wasnt a big deal to me, and it made him feel important.
I think we should all take the time to humor our loved ones. Part of loving someone is sacrificing.
