When my Brother Larry Crow was killed in Viet Nam at the age of 20, I saw my parents age 50 years overnight. My Love and Prayers go out to all parents that has lost a child. My family was never the same!!! My parents were so distraught and I wasnt in to good of shape myself, but I got it in my 17 year old mind that if it was me then they wouldnt hurt so bad. I know now that isnt true because FINALLY when I was about 40, I told my parents how I had felt all those years. That was just one piece of my own therapy that I had to do. It seems strange that I would get a diagnosis of PTSD and I never set foot on the same soil that our brave, wonderful, Veterans did. What they saw, I can only imagine. If I lost my child, they would just have to put me away. My Dad served in WWII and the Korean Conflict so in my heart I have a family of heroes!! It is an honor to say that Larry is my brother and I am blessed to have the father I have. Quoting a friend of mine There are no unwounded Veterans..........Thanks to all that still remember Larry!!!!
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 21:14:01 +0000