The Moon

Hi my beauties----just got in from work and am yearning to" hit the hay" as the saying goes but wanted to share something with you. Hopefully you won't say TMI mom. On the way home tonite when I turned off of 377 onto 902 there just above the horizon hung a bright orange moon----a peach slice of a moon and all of a sudden I was 25 years old again living in Locham, Germany. Dad and I often went for rides. We had household help so we could just pick up and go. When I would say to Dad on a warm summer's evening "Would you like to go for a ride" he was always ready and would gather up a blanket and a bottle of wine and he would find some beautiful secluded spot to spread the blanket and we would lie there in the magic of our love and gaze at the moon and talk about stuff and actually became acquainted with each other as we only had a few dates , then Dad went overseas and after he came back it was as if he was making up for lost. time. He was very angry at me when he came back from the war because I had gone back to school and left Patti in my mother's care. There was never any love lost between those two. They never did learn to like each other. Then we went to California to look for work and it was no better than Detroit Dad decided to go back into the Military. He was stationed at Fort Ord and I was staying with Nanny Peters in San Fransisco. My brother was stationed in San Jose at the Navy base and Dad went down one weekend to spend some time with Jim Edd-----he never made it home. There was a head on collision with both cars in the middle of the road. Dad ended up in the hospital for about six weeks but at that he was luckier than the kids in the other car.After he got out of the hospital he spent some time in lock up while the investigation was carried out as to blame but since both cars collided on the center line there was equal blame for the tragedy and dad didn't have to serve any more time. While he was in the hospital---after he got able to come to the apartment he would get weekend passes and come home. I would go to Pacific Grove or Monterrey Bay and buy shrimp---huge ,fresh shrimp and have them cooked. peeled and chilled which he truly enjoyed and we would play strip cribbage and drink Rum and Coke and eat those fabulous shrimp. After he got out of the hospital he was transferred to Camp Roberts but housing was really tight after the war and so we found a place near the naval yards but a long distance from Dad' work . He left at 4:30 in the morning and got home about 7:00 at night and would sometimes fall asleep on the couch without eating dinner-----so we did not have much time there to get to know each other. He asked me if I would go to Germany with him and of coarse I would have followed him to hell if he had asked me to I was so much in love with him. He got orders and came in from work one evening ,sneaked up behind , kissed me on the neck and told me we were going to Germany. Now mind you he got home from the war in November--he was home for Thanksgiving and had given me the ultimatum that if I wasn't there when he got home not to bother coming---so I went to the Dean of nursing and asked her if I had enough work time that I could leave. I had pulled extra shifts for my buddies so they could date ----so when she figured it up I was able to go to Detroit and much to my Mother' dismay I packed me and Patti up and actually cannot remember if I took a train or plane to Detroit. It was probably a train. The weekend before he left me in California was special. It was father's day and we layed out in the California sun. After awhile Dad took me by the hand and led me into the house. I didn't t know I was pregnant with Michael until some weeks later.He left from California and I honestly can't remember how I got to Detroit ---This was in June only 6 months after he had come home. Six months later in December1945 I landed in Germany. So the point is that from the time we met we had very little time to get to know each other and were separated a lot so once we did actually settle down in a home it was like magic. We had time and took the time to become friends and lovers and spent a lot of evenings "moon gazing" and later on it was one of our favorite things to do and we have seen the moo come up over a lot of places. We also loved to watch the sunsets with a bottle of wine. It is these beautiful, incredible memories that keep me going. Dad was very special when we were alone together and was not afraid to show me his tender side and I feel very blessed to have been loved by such a man. Also I will never forget that amazing moon in the sky on the night he died. It was as if the moon had come to honor him for all the time we had gazed and made love in the light of the moon. Kinda like the moon had watched these two young lovers who grew to be old lovers who never got tired of gazing at the moon and holding each other in the moonlight and declaring our love for each other. Love you MOMXXOO