I'm not even sure if he had done this his entire life, he just may have, since my grandfather was also a serviceman and war veteran. I could imagine the boys all going to the dawn service each year...
This year he missed it. He just wasn't feeling that great.
It was a concern. Along with a varied grouping of other seemingly odd health issues, headaches, dizziness that wouldn't go away, he finally went back to the doctor.
Yesterday I found out he has a brain tumor, and other areas of cancer. A nightmarish event that obviously has hit the entire family, but has also created a great deal of guilt and anxiety for me here.
In the US, 10,000 miles away.
So reality having hit hard, on top of a variety of other things I have realized the enormous amount of preparation, phone calls, arrangements and other issues that comes with getting back home. Its usually this kind of thing that causes great concern to expats, one of those things always at the back of the mind, every so often invading the thoughts.
What would I do in the event that something happened at home, and I wouldn't have the money to get back?
The sad truth of the matter is that my fears have become a glaring reality, I have no money to get home. Among the economic woes of a hard hit work force here in the US, and earning very little, the complexity of what to do and stress of the overall situation has undoubtedly brought out the fear in all of us. However it also brings to the forefront a deep rooted determination and many brainstormed ideas, that probably wouldn't have emerged had not a crisis situation developed. So its with these ideas that we have developed plans and counter plans.
This is War!
and the battle begins, on two fronts. One for my dad and one for me. Determined to get home, my family half way round the world with the same determination, all of us ripping apart the seams of impossibility.