- My Dad, after we had a conversation about how they had been married 39 years instead of 38, and that they’re starting their 40th year together, not their 39th.
On the positive, my Mom did say, “so, I have to make sure I sick around for another year.” (She has kidney issues that she should have been taking care of for the past five years. One doctor didn’t want her to have the surgery she just had because of the possible strain the anaesthetic / morphine would have on her body. It’s a very positive statement for her, so, fingers crossed.)
Tomorrow, April 26th, my parents will celebrate their 39th Wedding Anniversary.
We don’t do a lot of celebratory things within my family for things like this, so we have no plans that I’m aware of, to celebrate it as a family. In fact, my sister and brother-in-law are on their way to take my nephew down to Victoria to register at his college for classes in the fall and find out the dorm situation.
I’m just hoping my Mom’s kidneys make it another year to celebrate their 40th. (Probably not the only one in the family with that fear.)
One thing I have to say about my parents is that, whatever their human flaws are, they do love each other completely. Doesn’t mean that they don’t drive each other crazy, but the only time my Dad was faced with my Mom’s mortality in front of me, he broke down into near sobs before recovering extremely quickly, because we were in public and we were alone, so that whole mantra of not being weak in front of your children kind of thing.
As far as my Mom is concerned, I’ve learned recently the depth of her love and acceptance for my Dad.
Theirs is a beautiful relationship.
On Dec. 7, 1941, when Japanese planes attacked Pearl Harbor, I was working as a reporter for the Honolulu Star-Bulletin. After a week of war, I wrote a story directed at Hawaii’s women; I thought it would be useful for them to know what I had seen. It might help prepare them for what lay ahead. But my editors thought the graphic content would be too upsetting for readers and decided not to run my article. It appears here for the first time:
For seven ghastly, confused days, we have been at war. To the women of Hawaii, it has meant a total disruption of home life, a sudden acclimation to blackout nights, terrifying rumors, fear of the unknown as planes drone overhead and lorries shriek through the streets.
The seven days may stretch to seven years, and the women of Hawaii will have to accept a new routine of living. It is time, now, after the initial confusion and terror have subsided, to sum up the events of the past week, to make plans for the future.
It would be well, perhaps, to review the events of the past seven days and not minimize the horror, to better prepare for what may come again.
I have a story to tell, as a reporter, that I think the women of Hawaii should hear. I tell it because I think it may help other women in the struggle, so they will not take the past events lightly. Continue reading…
- First Class Passengers: 63% survived (200 out of 319 lived).
- Second Class Passengers: 43% survived (117 out of 269 lived).
- Third Class Passengers: 25% survived (172 out of 699 lived).
Any death, regardless of class, is a horrible and tragic thing, but on the anniversary of the Titanic’s sinking it’s important to remember one of the things that night symbolizes: that, even in moments of terrible crisis and great collective peril, we remain divided and valued by the ticket we can afford.
A great lesson told through numbers.
Today is the anniversary of the invasion of Iraq… I always remember it because it was the day my sister chose to have my niece…. and, after waiting for a few hours at West Houston Medical Center, our family met one of the best things in our world, while our country was entering one of its darkest dramas. The juxtaposition of that date has never and will never leave me… and her birthday is always a reminder that we lost far too many, both on the field, and those that we have not taken care of in the years since we reversed all previous military history and discourse of our country and wrongfully invaded a country.