This is Ed & Vera Weldy, my parents. A beautiful couple wouldn’t you say? He was born in 1921 and she was born in 1923. They both grew up during hard times during the Great Depression and the “Dirty Thirties.” They truly knew what it was like to scrape and scrounge for everything they had. In 1942 my mother was pregnant with their first child, when my Dad was drafted. The U.S. Army sent him to Salt Lake City, Utah for about 3 or 4 days indoctrination, and shipped him straight to North Africa. He endured much while he was there that he refused to talk about–ever. Their first baby was born while he was over seas, and got pneumonia and died at 5 months old. My dad never even got to see him. When I was 38 years old, he showed me the letter my mother had written him when the baby died, and I just welled up with emotion, and couldn’t even begin to understand how he must have felt the first time he read it over in Africa knowing he couldn’t come home. He didn’t speak a word–just handed me the letter–and I didnt speak a word. If I had, I would have fallen apart right there. He died a few years ago at the age of 79 from a heart attack, and I didn’t understand half his pain. His birthday is January 1 and I suppose that’s why I’m thinking about him. We never really had a great relationship. I am truly sorry for that.
Diabetes killed my mother 3 years before he died, and what a trooper she was. This disease had absolutely ravaged her body. I was so mad at her when she died, because I felt like it was her fault. The old classic “Type 2 Diabetics just bring it on themselves” nonsense. Today I would challenge that with “You will be judged, the way you have judged others.” My Mother did the very best she could with what she had to work with. Now the torch has been passed to me for whatever reason, and you know what? I’m not mad at her anymore. It wasn’t her fault, Diabetes just did what it does, and it is no respecter of persons. But she fought for years, and then one night she said enough, and I miss her.
I suppose its the holidays, my Dad’s birthday, Diabetes in general, whatever, I had a lot of mixed emotions about them growing up, and even after I was grown. Today I look at their lives and wonder who I am to complain about anything in my life.
They are both gone, but I just wanted to honor them before all my friends, and anybody on the world wide web that might see this. Kudos to two of the greatest people I ever knew! They were both good soldiers, and an example I will never forget. I miss you Mom and Dad!!