{"id":11334,"date":"2016-08-22T17:40:01","date_gmt":"2016-08-23T00:40:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/?p=11334"},"modified":"2016-08-22T17:40:01","modified_gmt":"2016-08-23T00:40:01","slug":"d-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/2016\/08\/22\/d-day\/","title":{"rendered":"D Day"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Vernon under hearts, mostly sleeping now. Photo: Allison Adams.<\/h6>\n

It’s been quite awhile since I’ve posted anything here on the Blank Slate<\/em> blog. The last was from France when I did little but refer you to daughter Allison’s blog: Sans Oxygen<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Don’t know why this lull; normally I’m full of thoughts and am grateful for this avenue to express them. Sometimes I\u00a0wonder if it’s the\u00a0empty room syndrome . . . it’s hard to know if anybody’s out there. But no matter, this was not to express my momentary melancholy (though\u00a0wallowing can be so fun, at least for awhile).<\/p>\n

Anyway, I’ve got some ideas, and I’m thinking before long I’ll be up and at it again, with whatever strikes me and I think might strike you.<\/p>\n

In the meantime, I’m loath to break the silence with the current news, but what can be done? It looks like we’re approaching D Day.<\/p>\n

I always wondered what the D<\/em> stood for in D Day. Then I read The Longest Day<\/em> and learned it didn’t stand for anything. It was just the name Eisenhower and staff labeled the day they’d launch their invasion and all hell would break loose . . . whatever that day might be.<\/p>\n

In this case I could give D<\/em> a name: Death!<\/em><\/p>\n

For Vernon, Allison’s husband and father of two children, that day is all but upon us.<\/p>\n

I’ll not belabor with details. If you want them, as well as some very adult, philosophical, literary, vulnerable and honest processing of it all, go to Allison’s blog. You’ll be deepened if you do.<\/p>\n

It’s sad . . . of course it’s sad. But the sadness started over two years ago. Vernon wasn’t supposed to survive that collision between\u00a0his scooter and\u00a0the truck. Through medical alertness he was pulled back from death then . . . but never all the way back. The severe brain trauma kept him from being ever his true self, then there was his body, deformed and spindly with no use, and then the kidney failure due to the long coma that kept him on dialysis multiple times a week, always with the attendance of family or friends lest he pull his tubes out or wriggle out of the chair onto the floor. And there have been many operations. It’s been no way to live.<\/p>\n

Do I sound callous? I hope not. It’s just how it is. Happily I know, by my conversations with Vernon over the years, where he’s going. And I know Allison is strong; she’s showed us that.<\/p>\n

The fact is, D Day could be tomorrow. Or if not then, another tomorrow . . . but not many. All options for further dialysis ran out two weeks ago and they gave him two weeks to go.<\/p>\n

I just wanted you to know.<\/p>\n

That’s it. I’ll blog on happier topics another day. I’ll hope you’re there.<\/p>\n

_____<\/p>\n

PS I don’t want you to think I speak so highly of Allison because she’s our daughter; here’s a comment from a friend of hers, Dorothy Dunn, a woman more my age than Allison’s:<\/p>\n

Everyone wants a hero. While you are rushing around looking for the man\/woman with the red cape, look closer at those you are walking life with. We are surrounded by people who defy the odds of their history, smile through their suffering, and demonstrate grace. I love my hero. She picks herself up each day and brings herself new to the challenges ahead. Her tears rest on the surface, her laughter comes from her depths. She has met words and promises made in the past head on. She is a teacher; an inspirer; a mother; a friend and a wife. Please keep her in your prayers as she says goodbye to Vernon. She knows her strength comes from the Lord. This is for my girl; my hero: Allison Moore Adams. \u2014Dorothy Dunn<\/em><\/p>\n

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D Day, a day of destiny. For son-in-law Vernon, all heaven is about to break loose. Thought you’d want to know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11334"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11334"}],"version-history":[{"count":24,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11334\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11360,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11334\/revisions\/11360"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11334"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11334"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hyattmoore.com\/blank-slate\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11334"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}