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but he died from pancreatic cancer in early April of this year. Like my father who died at 64 from heart failure and my sister who is very ill and will be 63 in August probably will not reach the magic number for retirement either. I hadn't seen my brother since my father's funeral in 1985. He was one of the lost souls of Vietnam. Severely wounded by a 'popper', even winning two bronze stars for bravery in combat. Lyndon Johnson even pinned his Purple Heart on him when he arrived home to recover. he lost part of his foot and hand and had shrapnel in him they never removed. He came home and was briefly married, and fathered a daughter. Spent most of his years after that lost like so many of his brothers in arms. We had thought he had died years ago since there had been no contact with him from anyone in our families. But in April something told me to try and find him again. What I found was his obituary.
He lived FIFTEEN MINUTES from his daughter and about two hours from me, but had not contacted her in over 20 years. He had worked here and there but because of his ghosts, never could hold a job for long. When it was discovered he had cancer in early January of this year, he moved in with some members of the church he adopted. When he was placed in hospice, his minister contacted his daughter, but by the time she reached him, he had slipped into a coma and passed quietly. He is buried in a Veterans cemetery near where he lived. But thankfully he didn't die alone. His minister brought me up to speed on his life and death when I researched his church. He was a silent victim of Vietnam. He was a silent victim of the treatment our Veterans receive.
I don't know what ghosts convinced him to live apart form his families most of his adult life. I never got to talk to him after he came back because he disappeared immediately thereafter. And he was silent for the most part at my father;s funeral. he never knew his Mom had died in 2009. He didn't even know my sister and I were still alive nor did he want to know.
Neither my dad or brother got to enjoy 'retirement'. And now the wealthy pricks in Washington are trying to make it worse for the rest of us. I am sure the system failed my brother, because if it was a caring system, he would have found the help he needed long ago. All they provided was hospice in the end.
Thanks for reading.
Happy Birthday my brother, Happy Birthday.
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