This thread is from 2019.
It is, but I enjoyed reading it. It really was a bit emotional.
My mom is in Stage 6 of Dementia. We placed her in assisted living in December of '21 and within 8 months, had to transition to the secured memory care wing. She has pictures of family on just about every service. We put up magnetic boards and the staff helps her put up postcards we send with pictures of us and our kids, and visits with her.
She has a picture of our son in a 5 x 7, he is in SDBs in front of the Mexican Monument, a picture Mr. Thornton took that I just love. She used to show it to everyone who would walk in her room, sometimes she wrapped it in tissues and put it in her purse. She was/is clearly very proud of him.
Fast forward to November, and '22, and she entered Hospice care in the same facility, and she remains there today.
When DS planned to come home for Christmas, I asked him if he wanted to see her and her bestie (our 'other mom', they've been best friends for 61 years). He said yes, and booked his flight to San Diego. I asked if he wouldn't mind wearing the uniform. Partly because she loved it, and partly because it might be the only way she would remember him. Each visit she has with my niece, she knows her name but thinks she is permanently 3 (she just got married and is 19).
The facility has lots of veterans, I even met a USNA alumnus there when we were touring it. The main hallways have pictures of all of the residents who served, and they really honor them.
DS said he would wear it, but he wasn't going into Trader Joe's to get flowers when I stopped to buy flowers.
When he walked into the lobby, the main dining room was full. Oh, the eyes and smiles that came his way. Several men got up from their lunch to come and chat with him and shake his hand. Their eyes just lit up. One gentleman (he was a Marine Korean Veteran) actually teared up.
When we were buzzed into Mom's wing, we headed to the family room where they were listening to music. I have a video of her seeing him for the first time. She knew immediately who he was, even though she didn't use his name. It was very clear she was proud of him and it was worth every second. We spent a few hours with her, and he definitely didn't regret wearing it.
It really can mean a lot to people that have served, loved, or lost someone who did.