Sunday, January 07, 2007
I've had enough of death to last me a lifetime. This wasn't what I had planned on posting today, but sometimes things happen. My beloved Uncle Bill, the man who was like a father to me, passed away Saturday evening. My heart, still unhealed from the loss of my mother, is broken again. In some ways, I loved this man more than my own father. He was a hero. Just rent the movie The Great Raid and you'll see what he did. He was one of the Rangers in WWII who liberated the Bataan Death March prisoners (The famed Ghost Soldiers) from the Japanese concentration camp Cabanatuan in the Philippines. It stands to this day as the greatest military rescue in history. It's beginning to feel as if death has decided to camp at my door - Mom in October, another uncle in December, and now this. He was 88 years old. I'm glad I went to his 60th wedding anniversary party - I would have regretted it if I hadn't.