George A. Parker
Feb 11, 1950 - Aug 01, 2017
Dad suffered a massive heart attack and stroke last Friday night and never woke up again. He left instructions to not maintain his body if his brain didn’t function so we did as requested. We are so sorry for your loss of a friend and follower. Our Dad was bigger than life for us in his good days and even more as he continued his fight. Forgive our delays in notifications, to say the least, it has been hectic and at times overwhelming. Dad didn’t believe in funerals anymore so we are following his wishes.
When A Marine Goes To Heaven.
You can keep your Army Khaki,
You can keep your Navy Blue.
I have the worlds best fighting man,
To introduce to you.
His Uniform is different,
The best you’ve ever seen.
The Viet Cong called him a blue eyed “Devil who crawled from inside the Earth”His real name is “Marine.”
He was born on Parris Island,
The place where God Forgot.
The sand is eighteen inches deep,
The sun is blazing hot.
He gets up every morning,
Before the rising sun.
He’ll run a hundred miles and more,
Before the day is done.
He’s deadly with a rifle,
A bayonet made of steel.
He took the warrior’s calling card,
He’s mastered how to kill.
And when he gets to Heaven
St. Peter he will tell,
One more Marine reporting sir,
I’ve served my time in Hell.
So listen all you young girls,
To what I have to say:
Go find yourself a young Marine,
To love you every day.
He’ll hug you and he’ll kiss you,
And treat you like a queen.
There is no better fighting man:
THE UNITED STATES MARINE!
Semper Fi, Dad
Sarah, Sydney and the rest of the Parker Clan
We will carry on.
#Hieronymus Just George or Georgie, call me anything except collect or late for mealtimes #Boo mystuff see https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/georgiesmusingsenjoy, ask anything, just have fun no stress
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Instagram post by Georgie Porgie • Aug 3, 2017 at 7:32pm UTC➜
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Instagram post by Georgie Porgie • Aug 3, 2017 at 7:32pm UTC➜
George A. Parker
Feb 11, 1950 - Aug 01, 2017
Dad suffered a massive heart attack and stroke last Friday night and never woke up again. He left instructions to not maintain his body if his brain didn’t function so we did as requested. We are so sorry for your loss of a friend and follower. Our Dad was bigger than life for us in his good days and even more as he continued his fight. Forgive our delays in notifications, to say the least, it has been hectic and at times overwhelming. Dad didn’t believe in funerals anymore so we are following his wishes.
When A Marine Goes To Heaven.
You can keep your Army Khaki,
You can keep your Navy Blue.
I have the worlds best fighting man,
To introduce to you.
His Uniform is different,
The best you’ve ever seen.
The Viet Cong called him a blue eyed “Devil who crawled from inside the Earth”His real name is “Marine.”
He was born on Parris Island,
The place where God Forgot.
The sand is eighteen inches deep,
The sun is blazing hot.
He gets up every morning,
Before the rising sun.
He’ll run a hundred miles and more,
Before the day is done.
He’s deadly with a rifle,
A bayonet made of steel.
He took the warrior’s calling card,
He’s mastered how to kill.
And when he gets to Heaven
St. Peter he will tell,
One more Marine reporting sir,
I’ve served my time in Hell.
So listen all you young girls,
To what I have to say:
Go find yourself a young Marine,
To love you every day.
He’ll hug you and he’ll kiss you,
And treat you like a queen.
There is no better fighting man:
THE UNITED STATES MARINE!
Semper Fi, Dad
Sarah, Sydney and the rest of the Parker Clan
We will carry on. -
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Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas holiday season, be safe, be dry, be warm and be grateful for all you have. Don’t forget to tell all your loved ones how much they mean to you today. Who knows what tomorrow holds or when our sandglass runs empty. Thanks again for all your support and prayers during these past months. Better slow recovery than none at all. Forgive me if I can’t keep up like in the past, but that’s my new life, learning how to do everything again. I know you will all understand I can do just as much as I can. You are welcome to follow me on IG @georgieporgie65 So far it’s the easiest app for me to use on my phone to post updates and read short messages and comments. It also auto updates my Twitter feed @georgeforfun You can also reach me on my email if you wish georgeparker1950@hotmail.com It’ll be awhile before I can recover to my former self, I guess I’m not as young as I thought, after all……
https://twitter.com/GeorgeForFun/status/806581161501855744
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Dad is coming home today. It may be a few days until things get a little more normal for all of us.
Thank you for all your support and understanding.
Wishing you all a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday weekend.
Sarah,
George’s DaughterInLaw
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➜Just saying Hello on this late October Saturday afternoon. Thinking of you George with the best of wishes from Elle @5cand1e__lie5 in the UKAnonymous
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Update from last night 10/24/2016
Dad’s little Angels disguised as his 4 year old Nieces, decided patience was not working so they took matters in hand last night. In their infinite wisdom, they ran into Dad’s room, vaulted the side rails like monkeys and jumped onto the bed and grabbed his hands and started shaking them up and down while yelling at him in German to" Wake Up, Opa" We were so shocked that no of us stopped them or reacted in time. Dad apparently knew they weren’t going to stop and opened his eyes long enough to see who had disturbed his peace and smiled. They wrapped themselves in his arms until he closed his eyes again. On and off throughout the night, he’s opened his eyes for minutes at a time and blinked yes and no to questions about pain or if he knew where he was or knew what had happened.
He didn’t remember leaving the house or Nieces finding him trying to get out of his recliner. So we tried to explain minimal details with him. He seems confused but recognizes us, so that’s a blessing and a start to recovery. Yes indeed, love works miracles and we’ll take every single little one along the way back for Dad. Just wanted you to know as soon as I got back. No one wanted to leave, but Dad doesn’t need to be overwhelmed yet.
Thanks again for all you prayers, thoughts, concerns and support for this extended journey. We are humbled by all the love we’ve received.
We expect some memory lapses, but we’ll deal with those as they pop up. The more he wakes up the more we know he will recover. Memories we can help recover or relearn. Dad’s fought this much, he’ll continue on no matter what he needs to do. Dad has always had a sense or feeling when he reads words from his friends, it’s been even stronger since he lost his voice.
His Nieces and he have had a special link since they were born, thankfully it was strong enough to get through all the darkness at the right time. Just knowing he is awake here and there makes all the tiredness disappear so quickly. We can see the light in his eyes when he wakes here and there and know we will have him back home soon. yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Sarah and Clan
Thanks to all of you, you don’t know how much your love, support and prayers and thoughts have helped us through this ordeal. Words seem so inadequate at times like these, but please accept our gratitude.
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➜This seems to have worked and opened for me - Elle- @5cand1e__lie5 Just to say Hi George from the UK - 6.40 pm here and evening meal time - what are you fancying to eat?Anonymous
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Update from last night 10/24/2016
Dad’s little Angels disguised as his 4 year old Nieces, decided patience was not working so they took matters in hand last night. In their infinite wisdom, they ran into Dad’s room, vaulted the side rails like monkeys and jumped onto the bed and grabbed his hands and started shaking them up and down while yelling at him in German to" Wake Up, Opa" We were so shocked that no of us stopped them or reacted in time. Dad apparently knew they weren’t going to stop and opened his eyes long enough to see who had disturbed his peace and smiled. They wrapped themselves in his arms until he closed his eyes again. On and off throughout the night, he’s opened his eyes for minutes at a time and blinked yes and no to questions about pain or if he knew where he was or knew what had happened.
He didn’t remember leaving the house or Nieces finding him trying to get out of his recliner. So we tried to explain minimal details with him. He seems confused but recognizes us, so that’s a blessing and a start to recovery. Yes indeed, love works miracles and we’ll take every single little one along the way back for Dad. Just wanted you to know as soon as I got back. No one wanted to leave, but Dad doesn’t need to be overwhelmed yet.
Thanks again for all you prayers, thoughts, concerns and support for this extended journey. We are humbled by all the love we’ve received.
We expect some memory lapses, but we’ll deal with those as they pop up. The more he wakes up the more we know he will recover. Memories we can help recover or relearn. Dad’s fought this much, he’ll continue on no matter what he needs to do. Dad has always had a sense or feeling when he reads words from his friends, it’s been even stronger since he lost his voice.
His Nieces and he have had a special link since they were born, thankfully it was strong enough to get through all the darkness at the right time. Just knowing he is awake here and there makes all the tiredness disappear so quickly. We can see the light in his eyes when he wakes here and there and know we will have him back home soon. yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Sarah and Clan
Thanks to all of you, you don’t know how much your love, support and prayers and thoughts have helped us through this ordeal. Words seem so inadequate at times like these, but please accept our gratitude.
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Update on George/Georgie 10/21/2016
Wishing you all a Happy Friday and upcoming weekend. After much thought and consideration and conversations with multiple medical professionals from Mayo Clinic and Johns Hopkins, we have decided to make some changes to Dad’s treatment. We know his brain is working, how else would he be able to interact with us using Morse code? What’s confusing is that even after removing sedation, he still isn’t fully awake and there’s no physical or medical reason for remaining in a coma-like state. So we’ve been approached by neurologists with extensive experience in dealing with traumatic brain injuries in veterans. When all normal treatments fail to produce a needed result, you start trying something else. I won’t go into a bunch of technical explanations and clarifications. We figured Dad would do anything for us if our roles were reversed, so here goes.
We wanted to thank you in advance for all your unwavering support and the strength you give us with all your thoughts, concerns and prayers of love and compassion. Sorry it’s taken so long for this update. Life doesn’t always go by our plans, so we just take what happens and do the very best we can as we go along. Thank you again.
Sarah(DaughterInLaw)
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If you ever catch yourself thinking ‘How the fuck did I make that same mistake so many times? Could I really be that stupid?’
Stop, for a second and give yourself a break.
You’re not that stupid. You’re just not ready for the lesson that fuck up has to offer you. And that’s okay. Because one day you will be, but until then you’ll fuck up again, and again, and again. You’re going to fuck up until those mistakes have had enough of you and you’ve had enough of them and you finally get fed up enough to leave. And you leave a different person. Never to make that fucking mistake ever a-fucking-gain.This. This is what it’s all about. Reaching that point. Making that change. Changing your patterns, your reactions, your thoughts. To take control over something that no longer serves you. And it’s going to feel fucking great.
But there will be others. Some will be quick little fuck up reminders, others the repeated guilt-inducing type fuck ups. The trick with these ones is to learn to squeeze out the juice. These are the most important fuck ups of all. These are the ones worth paying attention to. These are the ones that show you something has got to give. The fuck ups from which big changes happen. These are the fuck ups that bring us to digging ourselves out of holes, but then filling that hole and cementing it over just to be sure no one digs there again.
And then suddenly a hole becomes a road. A road to a version of yourself that has grown and gained wisdom to sense similar pot-holes and avoid them entirely.
But fuck the metaphor of you being some sort of journey. You are a fucking riot. You don’t see reflections of yourself in the ocean, the ocean sees reflections of itself in you. You change like weather while simultaneously supporting many ecosystems; a home to many climates. Many loved ones and lost ones. You are pieces of art that have been shattered and re arranged, each arrangement more beautiful than the last.
You are something bigger than any metaphor can contain. And that’s what makes it all so fucking beautiful. Every up and down, every lesson, every breaking point and every moment of awakening. You are a fucking incredible thing just because you are.
So remember that. Next time you beat yourself up for being a human and making a mistake. Do yourself a favour, and give yourself a fucking break. You deserve it
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Instagram photo by Georgie Porgie • Oct 13, 2016 at 3:03pm UTC➜
Dad’s new nemesis. Definitely not your parents’ exercise bike.
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