Insomnia decided to pay a visit.
Random thoughts popping off like little flares in the back of my mind.
Behind at work, always behind. How do I even begin to catch up?
Date on Saturday? Do I really want to go? Not really. I feel like being a hermit this weekend.
Time to spring clean again.
Before anything, need to spend time with the kids. *sigh* I miss the days when I could spend all day with them. Would be nice to check out the Korean restaurant and pick up some supplies from the Asian grocer.
I miss NC.
Wonder how my parents are doing.
Wonder if I should start looking for Ma’ again.
The Vietnam Vet I spoke to today said I should keep trying. He told me stories. They always have stories. I was more interested than I let show. Hearing their memories strikes a chord with me these days.
Still kind of freaked out about the guy who approached me to ask me if I was from Vietnam. He broke down into tears, grabbed me in a big bear hug and then drug me by the arm to his wife. “She’s from Vietnam,” he exclaimed, “Isn’t she beautiful!” He hugged me, held on and just sobbed on my shoulder. Not sure of how to react, I hugged him back. It seemed to be what he needed. I looked at his wife curious as to her reaction. She was looking at her husband and smiling sympathetically. She looked into my eyes and mouthed, “Thank you.”
So there I was standing in the middle of a department store with an older, African American Vietnam Vet whom I’d never met before clinging to me and sobbing like a child. I suppose I should have felt awkward. Maybe I did and just don’t remember. But he’d reached out to me for some reason. If all he needed was a little human kindness, who was I to deny him something so simple?
He took my cheek in his hand and whispered, “May you have a good life, child.” As I watched the couple walk away, I wondered about his story. I wondered about all their stories.
My perceptions of the men who had occupied my birth country have been shaped by my adoptive father and my early childhood experiences – and not many of them in a positive way. Perhaps it is something to re-examine.
It’s going to be a long day.