It’s a good thing that Facetime is free. We had a video chat with those pesky neighbors (who aren’t even my neighbors anymore) that lasted about an hour. Sure do miss them — but not as much as someone else does.
I know the time my Dad spent in Korea was hard. Although he didn’t talk about it much, I know his hearing was severely impaired from nearby mortar explosions. I’m guessing he probably didn’t feel safe or secure — and most likely missed home.
Obviously, from the photo below, he still found things that made him smile. His brother… music… and new friends. (Uncle Max is far left — Dad is squatting and is 3rd from left.)
For the record, Ben looks exactly like my Dad… Coco thought that’s who it was in the photo.
PS. Happy Valentine’s Day!
Growing up with an older brother, both of us knew how to pick our battles. While I was the baby and that gave me the upper hand with Mom for most of our sibling altercations, Mom also knew Scott most often times was in the right and I was being the younger, pain in the butt sister.
My favorite brother played this to his advantage, of course. I can still hear, “MOM! Shelley is touching me!” That phrase always resulted in adult intervention and typically meant I was told to stop whatever I was (or wasn’t) doing.
Then, Scott would laugh and point at me behind Mom’s back, gloating in the satisfaction that he had prevailed in the current battle.
We sort of looked like this…