I slipped into the only chair available, a recliner behind his wheelchair, as his great niece said her son wanted to know about his experiences in World War II. I landed in Cherbourg France, he began... and I repeated what he said when she couldnt understand. As he continued answering, in words carefully chosen so he could say the most he could with the fewest words... it is very hard for him to talk... I began to cry. Then I took my phone, put it on record, and slipped it to Mark to hold in front of him; to capture these few words, this soft voice.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 09:14:58 +0000