Mistaken Identity
Thank You, Lord,
for my dad serving in WWII
and coming home with a Purple Heart
and a piece of shrapnel
they took out of his head.
Thank you for the way he lovingly
talked about his brother
who was killed in France.
Thank You, that I have
Uncle Bill’s Purple Heart.
When Dad had Alzheimer's
I was driving him home one dark night
and when he started
asking me strange questions,
I realized he thought I was Uncle Bill.
It was kind of creepy.
He’d cite some memories
of him and his brother
and asked, kind of shocked,
“Don’t you remember that?”
But it was a compliment
to be linked to his beloved brother.
When I imagine
Heaven
I picture being
greeted
by Dad and Uncle
Bill.
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