Tuesday, March 15, 2016
I filled out the application for my new life, pretty please. It helps, the instructions said, if I can lay claim to a veteran in the family. I decided against hauling out my grandfather's (old)IRA fight for Irish freedom. Instead I focussed on his estranged son's (still alive - 90++) long international career in the RAF and my occasional participation and partying at local Canadian legions.
My resident friend called and said it was the best time to apply as residents were dropping like flies in the last few days, old age, transfers to extended care homes and one marriage.
Much as I hate jumping on another's misfortune, I had to laugh at the droll way she said it.
So I got my act together and signed and mailed off. Thank you for your service to the enemy, Uncle Michael.