He was stationed in Norway. Never had he heard Joik. This authentic music pulsed through his soul. This improvised concert was deeply spiritual. Dedicated to the loss of brothers in arms. A song that resonated with those who had lost. He stood listening to the joiker.
Well I am at work yet again my family is at the cattle congress I wish I was there, I remember being young and going with my mom and dad it was the most fun a child could have, I remember walking around the animals and the butter cows, getting taffy eating those yummy mini donuts and grabbing about a million free knickknacks at the booths, playing those stupid can’t win games but dad would win us something and it was like getting gold. I try to get though the days but when I sit alone with nothing to say nothing to do, or I get bored with my distraction, I have memories flood me, like the time I was 7 my dad made me a Barbie cake, it was a seven layer blue cake that he took a Barbie and stuck it in the top of the cake, another time, my brother was born and mom and him came home on my 5Th birthday and we were play hide and seek or something (me and the others were playing not the new baby) but my sister fell and hit her head and stopped breathing and we had to call the ambulance dad left to go over to kwik star for something came back they went up to the hospital, a very dramatic birthday! But my dad made up for it he took me to see Bambi in the theater just me and him then there was a cake and presents! I have had good birthdays since but those are a couple of my best, this last being the worse being the first without dad, these holidays are going to suck dad liked thanksgiving, he hated Christmas but that is to be expected, his parents were killed in an accident on Christmas Eve and my brother Mitchell was stillborn on Dec 19Th. Halloween is coming up I remember getting dressed up and my dad was would help I would go a a witch every year, he made the costume for me, I loved it, my face would be painted green and I would have the hat and the broom and 2 bags, one for me and one for the “baby” in the car… that would be my father, or when he walked with us he would have 2 bags one for him and one for one of my siblings, he then would check the candy and take “checking fee” which was certain pieces of candy, like almond joys… people say things happen for a reason but what why take my dad from us, I know things do happen for a reason because if my grandparents had not been killed in the accident when my dad was 16, and his car hadn’t broke down coming back from the Marine Corps my parents wouldn’t have met and had us, but why dad why now he was only 50 and it is not like any of us is leaving or any of us are coming back home we are all in Waterloo, so the reason I know now hopefully it I won’t have to wait to long to find out. The image is a nine pointed star, which I am going to get a tattoo of, one point for me and each of my siblings!