General Non-Fiction posted March 4, 2023 |
This is a true story.
None Of Us Knew
by Regina Elliott
None of us knew that on February 11,
2020, we would be losing you. We had
already lost one of your best friends,
Jerry, exactly one month before. You
sang, "How Great Thou Art," in your
rich baritone voice at Jerry's funeral.
We said our goodbyes to him that
windy January day. You were so broken
up over his passing.
Only a few weeks later, I usually
didn't make you pancakes unless it
was the weekend, but a feeling
compelled me make you buttermilk
pancakes with a tablespoon of
peanut butter on top covered with
strawberry syrup. I wanted to give
you comfort food that morning.
Years before, in 1980, we met
in the day room in the Navy
barracks at Ft. Myer in Washington,
DC. The stately Arlington National
Military Cemetery was right next
to the base. On some clear nights
when the moon was full, the vast
white marble headstone rows of
our reposed brethren would
glow in the moonlight and
midnight-blue eve.
We got along so well. You would
do your spontaneous John Belushi
imitations with one raised eyebrow.
Humor came to you so naturally.
We were both Luciano Pavarotti
fans, and had similar taste in
other music such as the Carpenters,
Beatles, America, Foreigner, Toto,
Queen. We would watch the manic
and zany Robin Williams concerts.
And our first date was seeing the
Star Wars movie, "The Empire
Strikes Back."
You did so well in the Navy.
You earned the Navy Achievement
Medal, marksmanship medals,
and Sailor of the Month nods.
I was so happy for you. I was
struggling in my Yeoman rating
due to my frustrating learning
disabilities. A year later I was
proud to be wearing my maternity
uniform, and opted to be
separated from the Navy 3
months before our precious
daughter was born at Bethesda
Naval Hospital on a cold late
November morning.
You remained in the Navy,
and we went through deployment
separations. We learned to live
on a modest budget for our
remaining years of marriage.
You became a civilian in 1988.
Through no fault of our own,
even while in uniform, neither
side of our extended families
ever extended invitations to
Thanksgivings or Christmases.
We went through some
turmoil and lean times, but
our marriage lasted for 39
years, until that February day.
You collapsed on our deck that
we built ourselves 8 years before.
You were only a month away
from your 60th birthday. You
never got to collect even your
first Social Security check.
It's been three years, none of
us got to say goodbye. You were
there, then you became a bright
soul for the ages. You just
stepped out into the chilled
February rain. It was like the
air had been suddenly sucked
out of our lungs. The shock,
the great loss.
Our two wondrous young
grandchildren miss their,
"Paw-Paw," so much. You were
so elated to be their grandfather.
You hugged them often, and
loved to play games with them.
Your white marble headstone
in the Veterans Cemetery is
engraved with your name,
rank, service branch, and your
proudest title of, "Forever Paw-Paw."
You and I were at the hospital
for the days of their births. You
stayed on cloud 9. You'd say to
me often, "Do you know how
much I adore our daughter,
son-in-law, and our grandbabies?"
I sure do know, you love them
beyond the stars and moon,
your love for them sails on
comets through the galaxies. ~
Gone Away contest entry
We feel your spirit is with us,
dear one. In loving memory
of our sailor,
U.S. Navy veteran, proud father
and, "Paw-Paw."
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and 2 member cents. dear one. In loving memory
of our sailor,
U.S. Navy veteran, proud father
and, "Paw-Paw."
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