Friday, January 28, 2011

Photo Friday: Where it all began

When my dad and I had that first Wednesday meal together almost 10-years ago, I would never have dreamed where it would lead. Dad was experiencing symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), more than 50 years after WWII. I wanted to help him, if I could. Soon, having breakfast at Mr. Eds was a regular part of our weekly routine. Over time, he would begin telling me his story, sporadically giving me pieces of his past; photos, letters he'd written to his folks, and other memorabelia. But the whole story, took years to unfold.


Lillie Ammann said...

I'm eager for the book to be published ... but probably not as eager as you and your father. :-)

Karen Fisher-Alaniz said...

Actually, I'm probably more apprehensive than eager. There's so much to do in the meantime. Busy, busy, busy!