Hubster and I drove to Delaware yesterday to visit his brother, Phil. Phil suffered his sixth heart attack on the Monday before Thanksgiving. It was touch and go for several days, but he came through...once again.
I wrote of Phil quite a while back... A Vietnam Vet with three Purple Hearts. He has been notified by VA, that it is now believed his heart condition is due to his exposure to Agent Orange. Phil has been diagnosed with COPD...believed to be a one-two punch of too much smoking and too much herbicide. Phil is only 63 years young, but his funeral plans are completely detailed; his wife only needs to pick up the phone.
As we left the hospital yesterday, Phil told us he did not want us to leave. We did not want to leave. We both simply wanted to sit with Phil...for a very long while. Unfortunately, life dictates we do what we must, not what we want. Hubster and I both have to work today...so we hugged Phil, we told him we love him. We made plans to help him power wash his deck at the beach in April. Is it April yet?
I am going to do some research on Agent Orange; so if any of you have articles to pass along to me, I look forward to being enlightened.
Sadly, there are too many of our heroes out there....just like my brother-in-law. They are our nation's warriors and now they have their own battles to fight.
May Almighty God Bless each and every Vietnam Veteran. May God give strength to the families who care for these soldiers.