Yesterday I had the honor to ride with my Daddy to Oklahoma City to go to the huge VA Clinic.
If you have never been to the Veterans Clinic...you should really find someone who is going and make the trip with them.
It is an awesome experience of how our "HEROES" return from fighting for our ~freedom. I came away with a collage of different haunting eyes that each told a story of survival. Some of the eyes were full of pain, some had rage, and some were numbed long ago by substance abuse.
Even so each one told their own story of survival...of coping the best they could. Some without a limb...some on crutches...many in wheel chairs with oxygen...all making their way down long corridors that all look alike and people rushing too and fro. It was like being in a little mini city.
In my case Daddy had been there many, many times and he knew right where to go. Our purpose for the trip there was to be fitted for a new pair of diabetic shoes. You can have 2 pair a year and Daddy had worn the pair he had on for two years.
Daddy is legally deaf as a result of artillery fire from the Korean War. Mother had to work yesterday and so I went with Daddy. He needs someone to help communicate for him...He can read our lips but not strangers....but sometimes he can catch every other word. I know when he doesn't understand because he will say, "Yeah," and shake his head and he didn't understand a word anyone said.
He received his shoes. They went up a 1/2 size because the other pair showed signs of his toe being right up against the toe of the shoe...that is not good!
We had a nice lunch on the way home and I could not get the camera out of my purse in time,to photograph about 30 beautiful turkeys that ran out out in front of us.
Thank You as always for spending a part of your valuable day with me. I appreciate you.
BEAR YE ONE ANOTHERS BURDENS