Date: Wed, 21 Apr 2004 13:34:00 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Book 7, chapter 13

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 7-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2004 by billwstories
Chapter 13 - May we all be truly thankful.        January 2004

Once Steve and Mary Shay, Sally, John and Margaret Spence, Mark's mother
(Susan), and the O'Hara's (Brandon's parents), showed up, we explained to
them about my phone call with the Beckers and they were all deeply moved
and understanding about their situation.  Everyone expressed their concern
and support for them, even though Susan and the O'Hara's didn't know them
very well, and it was obvious this was truly a family, even though we
weren't blood related.

Jake and I put some appetizers out for our guests to nibble on and gave
each of them a drink, hoping that would hold them over until the Beckers
arrived.  We didn't really have to wait that long, however, as Albert's car
pulled in the driveway slightly before 3:00, making dinner less than an
hour late.  They must have flown through their preparations to get here,
and I'm sure Albert pushed the speed limit a bit along the way too,
probably because he was concerned about making us wait.  I hoped he and
Richard could relax and enjoy themselves, now that they were here.  I went
over to greet them, as they entered.

"We're all glad you could make it," I told them.  "Come in, sit down, and
relax.  Would you like a drink?"  Albert was just about to speak, when his
wife spoke first.

"Albert, who are all these people and where are we?"  There was a deep look
of concern on both Albert and Richard's faces, as they studied Arlene.

"Arlene, this is Josh Currie and we're at his house," Albert explained.

"I don't know anyone by that name," she stated, which caused a pained
expression to show on Richard's face.

"Sure you do," Albert assured her.  "He and his boys are very good friends
of ours.  Surely you must remember how they helped us get Richard?"  She
didn't respond and Albert gave up on trying to convince her that she knew
us.  After asking Richard to watch over his mother, Albert walked away, and
I knew he was dealing with the pain of seeing his wife like this.  I
followed him, to see if there was anything I could do to help, but I didn't
want to be too pushy about it.  He didn't notice me behind him when he
stopped, so I walked up and put my hand on his shoulder, which caused him
to turn and look at me.

"Josh," he confided, "I don't know what I'm going to do.  We can't possibly
leave her alone any more, as she might wander off or do something
inappropriate.  She's so out of it that she's become a danger to not only
herself, but to Richard and me too.  Did I tell you she almost set the
house on fire on several different occasions?"

"Yes, you did," I conceded, "and I can see that she's getting worse.
You'll have to not only consider her welfare, but your own and Richard's
too, when you make your decision."  I added that to let him know that he
couldn't just worry about his wife, but he must also consider how it would
affect the two of them as well.  Albert's health was not the best and I'm
sure this was emotionally draining on Richard, but I wanted to make sure
they didn't all go down hill together.  "I know such a decision won't be
easy," I admitted, "but we both know you're running out of options."  After
listening to what I had to say and thinking about it for a few moments,
Albert finally looked up at me and spoke.

"Josh, I hate to do it, but I'm going to have to put her in a home."  Tears
began to stream down his cheeks as he said this, as if he felt he were
betraying his wedding vows, but what else could he do? "She needs to be
supervised 24-hours a day," he added, "and we just can't do that for her.
As it stands now, I hardly dare to fall asleep at night, fearing she'll get
up and do something, and it's just wearing me out."  He hung his head after
saying this, and I wasn't sure if this was do to his regret, embarrassment,
or because he was just so totally exhausted.  I was tempted to hug him at
this point, but I wasn't sure how he'd respond to something of that nature,
so I held off on that urge and only put my arm around his shoulders,
instead.

"I know, Albert, but from what you've told me, it has to be done.
Otherwise, she's liable to do something that might also be harmful to you
and your son.  She could start a fire or forget who you are and think
you're intruders trying to harm her or something.  She might even attack
you, thinking she was defending herself.  What else can you do, besides try
to get her in a safe, supervised environment?"

"I know," he agreed, "but you don't know how much it hurts me to even
consider that option.  Richard and I have talked about this possibility
several times, but neither of us wants to have to do such a thing.  It
would scar Richard worse of all, as he already fears he's lost another
mother, and making such a move would force him to accept it as a done
deal."

"Do you think it might help if I spoke to him, Albert?"  Mr. Becker thought
a minute about this before responding, and then he nodded slightly.

"It might," he conceded, "but I'm not sure how much.  Thing is, it can't
hurt."  I acknowledged his observation and told him I'd do what I could,
but that would have to wait until after we ate.  He said he understood and
agreed that we couldn't make the others wait for dinner any longer, so I
had the boys get everyone moving to the tables, so we could sit down and
begin.

Once everyone was seated, but before we brought the food out of the
kitchen, we did our traditional Thanksgiving observance, with each person
telling why he was giving thanks this year.  As we went around the table,
we heard many different reasons, from being thankful for family and
friends, giving thanks for all we had, and being thankful for our health.
However, this year there were a few new twists to our typical list.  Many
of us, including the O'Hara's, gave thanks for the boys' vindication in
court.  Mark's mother gave thanks for her son and his urging her to move
here to be closer to him.  I gave thanks for having Cody for the time we
did and for being able to love and enjoy him while he was here, but there
was one other surprise that I wasn't expecting.

When it came Richard's turn to give his reasons, he hesitated at first, but
then he swallowed hard and began.  "I'm most thankful for my mom and dad,
because they have been wonderful to me and have given me so much love and a
happy home.  I'm also thankful for the times when my mother is herself," he
said looking at her and smiling, "though I know that seems to be happening
less and less every day."  He paused again, as his emotions choked him up
and a couple of tears sneaked their way down his cheeks, but he quickly
regained his composure.  "I am also thankful for all of you, because you
rescued me from the loneliness I had been living with, helped me meet my
parents and find love and acceptance, but I am also thankful just knowing
you are here, to help us whenever we seem to need it most.  I don't think
Dad and I could have kept the farm going without all of you coming out and
helping with the work, and there's no way we could ever repay you for all
you've done, so I hope my offering our thanks will be enough.  I know it's
not much, but right now it's all I have to offer...that and my telling you
I love you all."

We all sat in stunned silence for a few moments after he finished, all
moved by what he had said, but too overcome to reply.  Finally, before I
was able to pull myself together, Frankie spoke up first, showing a level
of maturity I wouldn't have expected from him a couple of years ago.

"Little Ricky, you don't have to thank family," he told Richard.  "Dad has
pointed that out to me many times," he added, glancing over at me.  "He
brought me here and gave me a second chance, even after I screwed up so
badly, but Dad says we do whatever we have to so we can keep the family
together and help it survive.  You guys are family, so we just did what we
had to.  We don't need or expect thanks, though we're glad you appreciate
what we've done to try to help, but we'll always be there for you, no
matter what happens in the future."

After a few more seconds of silence, as everyone digested Frankie's words,
I finally found my tongue.  "Frank, that was well said," I acknowledged,
"but I think I need to add something else.  You've all heard me say that
friends come and go, but family is forever, and that's why those of you who
are not blood or legally related are still considered family, and not
friends.  You will never come and go for us, you too are forever, and as
Frank said, we do whatever it takes to keep the family going and staying
together.  That's why I have reconsidered something I was discussing with a
family member earlier."  At this point, I turned and faced Albert.  "I hope
you will forgive me for being presumptive, but I am going to do something
along that same vein right now.  Tomorrow I will call and make arrangements
for Arlene to get around the clock care at home, so none of you will have
to be separated and you won't need to worry about her wandering off or
doing something inappropriate."  Albert began to object, saying it would
cost too much and things of that nature, but I cut him off.  "I don't know
why I didn't think of this before, but Frank's words hit me like a bolt of
lightening, and I suddenly realized what I need to do.  We keep the family
together, at all costs, so I'll not hear another word."  Before anyone else
had a chance to say anything, Arlene spoke up.

"What is all this fuss about?" she wanted to know.  "And why do you think I
need help?"  Obviously, she was now in one of her more lucid states, and
Albert and Richard tried to reassure her and address her concerns, while
Jake and I went to fetch the food.  Soon, the various dishes were being
passed around the tables and everyone was helping themselves to the treats
we had prepared.  Once our plates were filled, we said grace and then began
to eat.

The meal went smoothly and everyone was soon stuffed.  We all excused
ourselves from the table, so we could go and relax a bit and allow the food
to digest, and everyone started to go in their own direction.  Some of the
boys went to the rec room, to watch football games on TV, while others went
to play games or just lounge about.  The adults moved into the family room,
where the chairs and couches were much more comfortable, and we planned to
just sit and visit.  As I followed the others there, Albert and Richard
stopped me and pulled me aside.

"Josh, we just can't let you do this," Albert insisted.

"Yeah, Uncle Pop," Richard chimed in, "it's way too expensive.  We know,
cuz we checked out how much it would cost ourselves.  We thought of doing
that too, but it's just too much money."

"Don't worry about that," I advised them, "and money is never an issue
around here.  Somehow, we always seem to get what we need and we DO take
care of our own.  You three are as much a part of this family as anyone
else, so end of discussion.  Now, let's go enjoy ourselves and we'll work
out the details as we go along."  They didn't look convinced, but they
didn't continue to argue with me.  Albert did comment that he never
expected anything like this to happen when were talking earlier, but
knowing me, he should have expected the unexpected.  Once we were alone, he
also admitted it would definitely take care of Richard's concern, about
losing his mother, at least for now.  He also insisted I allow him to
contribute to the caregivers' bills, which I reluctantly did, not because I
needed the money, but to give him the satisfaction that he was helping to
care for his wife too, something his pride demanded.  That way we'd only be
assisting them on this endeavor, not providing it all, and that would give
him and his son the emotional reassurance they needed, so they wouldn't
feel they had abandoned Arlene completely.

We spent a couple of hours unwinding and relaxing, but by then everyone was
ready for dessert, so that's when we had Dion's sixteenth birthday party.
It had been his choice to have his party today, rather than on the weekend,
as he felt it would be easier on our guests, so they wouldn't have to come
here twice.  Although I explained to him that no one would mind coming back
on the weekend as well, he was adamant about having the party today.
"Besides," he told me, "I'm not a little kid any more, so I don't need a
big party and I don't need to invite anyone other than family."

I didn't argue with his logic and agreed with his request, so we had
planned to have his party when we were ready for dessert.  Of course, Dion
received many presents, but I had something special planned for him too.
Once he had opened all his other gifts, I handed him a very flat package,
no bigger than a large manila envelope, which he carefully unwrapped.
After pulling out what was inside, it took him a few minutes to read the
certificate and have its meaning register, but soon he lit up, and that
special smile of his spread across his face.

"Thanks, Dad.  This is great," he told me, simply.

"What is it?  What did you get?" one of the other boys wanted to know.

"It's the driver's manual, so I can study for the written test, and the
other paper tells me the date and time of I can actually take it."  I had
set this all up in advance for him, so he could get his permit as quickly
as he wanted, and that way he could take his driver's test six months
later.  He had confided in me a while back that he felt awkward that Trey
had to drive every time they went somewhere alone.  He said he didn't have
a problem with Trey being older, but it made him feel more like a little
brother than a lover, because he always had to be the passenger.  Knowing
how he felt, I decided the most special gift I could give him would be to
help correct this situation as soon as possible, so they could equally
share the driving responsibilities and he could begin to think of himself
as an equal partner in the relationship.  Of course, that wasn't the only
present I gave him, but I think it was the most appreciated of the lot.

Once all the gifts had been opened, we were ready for the sweets.  Not only
did we offer the traditional cake and ice cream for Dion's birthday, but we
also had an assortment of pies, apple crisp, and some pudding based treats.
I think everyone sampled a small portion of at least three different
goodies, and I believe the boys all had a little of everything there was.
I am still amazed at how much these young men can devour.

Everyone stayed for at least another hour after the party ended, and during
that time Richard sought me out and sat down on my lap, as I sat relaxing
in the family room.  "Hey, Little Ricky...I mean Richard," I greeted him,
correcting my error.

"Nah, I don't mind you calling me Little Ricky," he advised me.  "I only
went to Richard at home, to let mom and dad know I was getting older and
could do more of the work.  They tended to think of me as a little kid most
of the time, so by changing what they called me, it made them realize I was
growing up.  I did it more for Dad, so he'd let me do more of mom's work
and not try to do it all himself, and I think calling me Richard made him
look at me differently."

"Ah, I wondered about the change, but now I understand.  That was very
clever of you to even think of that."  He grinned.

"Thanks, but it wasn't that big of a deal."  He studied my face for a
second, before he said anything else.  "I hope you don't mind me just
coming over and sitting on your lap like this," he added.

"Heck, no!  I love it when you boys do this," I told him, pulling him
tightly against my chest.  This brought another smile to his face.

"I'm not too heavy and breaking your legs or anything, am I?" he wanted to
know.  I made a grimace, as if I were in pain, but then quickly made like I
was trying to hide my suffering, before I answered him.

"Nope," I answered, in kind of a subtle grunt, causing him to giggle again.

"And you don't think it makes me look childish?"

"Absolutely not!  Even my college boys come over and sit on my lap from
time to time.  It's a special bond we have between us, but with them, I
actually think they do it so they still feel like they're my little boys."
He giggled even more.

"I do too," he admitted.  "And I love you as much as I do mom and dad."
That was totally unexpected and caused me to blush.

"Well, thank you," I offered, deeply moved by his comment, "and I love you
as much as I do any of the other boys.  You're always welcome here, no
matter what."  This time his face just seemed to glow, but then a serious
look began to replace it.

"You know, I was really worried we were going to have to put mom in a
nursing home, especially after this morning."

"Do you mean because she wandered off?"

"Yeah, that was like the breaking point for dad.  He was afraid she'd get
lost, hit by a car, or maybe something worse."

"He told me that," I admitted.  Richard looked at me thoughtfully again.

"We don't have to do that now," he acknowledged, while looking me straight
in the eye.  "With you making sure someone is there to watch her all the
time, we can keep her at home and not have to worry about what she might do
next."

"I know, and that's why I suggested it."

"You always seem to think of everything," he told me, with a look of true
admiration on his face.  I knew this was a sincere compliment, but I felt I
had to set the record straight.

"Actually, I didn't think of it, as I mentioned early, at least not until
Frankie said what he did at the table.  I had already discussed this with
your father, before Frankie gave his little speech, and we had agreed it
would be best to put your mother in a home, for her own safety.  I was
going to pull you aside and talk to you about this after dinner, but
Frankie's comments gave me a different perspective.  So, if you want to
thank anyone, go thank him."

"I'll do that a little later," he informed me, and then he hugged me and
leaned his body back against mine.  We sat like that for quite a while,
sometimes just enjoying each other's company, but at other times talking
about different things.  We talked about the farm in general, his mom and
dad in particular, and what he saw in his future.  It was informative for
me, cathartic for him, and enjoyable for both of us.  I saw Albert look
over at us and smile on several occasions, as he knew his son needed this
type of release and a chance to discuss things with someone other than his
father.  It was also good for me, as I enjoyed this special bonding with
Richard, and it always makes me feel good when I can help someone out,
especially when that person is part of our extended family.

After giving his son all the time he thought he needed, Albert came over
and told us they should probably leave.  He felt they had to get home, so
he and Richard could do the rest of their chores, but they both thanked me
for the great day.  I reminded them I'd call about the around-the-clock
help tomorrow and then I'd let them know when I had the specific
information about when someone would be able to be there.  They both
thanked me again, made their rounds to say good-bye to everyone else, and
then they were on their way.

Their departure got the others thinking about returning to their own homes
as well, so slowly, but surely, they all bid us farewell.  Before they
left, they offered their support, both emotionally and in the form of
financial commitments to help cover the costs of Arlene's care.  I thanked
them for their offers, told them I'd let them know if it was needed, and
then they departed as well.  Once the others had gone, the rest of us began
to clean up the house, before we zoned out for the rest of the night.
However, before that happened, Frank asked to speak to me in private.  We
went to my room, but I wasn't sure what he might have on his mind.

"What's up, son?" I asked him.

"I need to talk to you about something," he began, looking a little
uncertain as how he wanted to proceed.  "You know I haven't had much luck
finding a job in law enforcement," he continued.

"Yes, I know, but it will happen soon enough," I tried to encourage him.

"Maybe and maybe not, but I have another idea," he admitted, making me more
than a little curious.  Was he thinking about giving up on his dream?

"And what might that be?" I asked him.

"I'm thinking about enlisting in the service," he announced, while studying
my face carefully, to gauge my reaction.

"I see.  So you don't want to be a police officer any longer?"

"Oh, I do, but I thought this would be one way to do just that."  I wasn't
sure what he meant by this, and my expression must have told him that,
without me having to utter any words.  "I want to enlist in the military
police," he added.

"Oh," I muttered, still not sure what he had in mind.

"It will give me the experience I need, plus I hear that veterans are given
a preference when applying for those types of positions."

"And where did you hear that?"

"From some of the cops I've met.  That's how some of them started too.  You
don't need experience to enlist, but it helps to get a job in my field
after you get out."

"It sounds as if you've thought this out and know what you want to do, so I
will support any decision you make."

"Thanks, Dad.  I knew you would, but I still needed to talk it over with
you.  Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" he asked, showing he still
needed my support and approval.

"If what you told me is accurate, it seems that enlisting will allow you to
get where you want to go.  Are you sure this is what YOU want to do."

"Yeah, it is.  I've been thinking this over for a month."

"Well, in that case, all I want to know is when are you going to go?"

"I think I'm going to wait until after the New Year.  I'd like to be home
for Christmas, and then I can leave after that.  Maybe I'll be lucky and
they'll send me somewhere warmer for training," he grinned.

"Do you have an idea of which branch you want to enlist in?"

"I haven't got that far yet," he admitted, "I was hoping maybe you could
help me choose."

"Okay, how about tomorrow, after I arrange for Mrs. Becker's care.  Then
you and I can go talk to some of the recruiters, to see what they have to
offer.

"That sounds fine to me, Dad."  He started to turn to go, but then he
stopped after a couple of steps.  "Hey, thanks for always being here for
me," he added, before coming back to give me a hug.  Frankie had not always
been one to show a lot of physical affection, so this had tremendous
meaning for me, and I hugged him back, to let him know I appreciated him as
well.  Once we broke our embrace, we both went about our business, but now
we were more assured about the other's affection.

The next day I made a multitude of phone calls, in an attempt to set up
care for Arlene, but I immediately discovered this was not going to be an
easy task.  They needed a great deal of information, some of which I'd have
to get from Albert, and they were going to check to see how much Albert and
Arlene's insurance would cover, before they would quote me a price.  They
said all of this would take between seven to ten days to complete, and then
it would be a couple more days to insert her into the care schedule.  The
woman told me they might be able to have the coverage set up to begin two
weeks from Monday, which wasn't too bad.  I called Albert one more time, to
tell him that's the time frame we were shooting for, and he said he and
Richard would be able to cope until then.  After thanking me once more,
that part of my day's work was over.

Now, I could turn my attention to Frankie, and he and I drove down to talk
to some recruiters.  I was quickly overwhelmed by all the information
presented to us, but Frankie seemed to be absorbing every detail.  Seeing
he had a two-year criminal justice degree, he understood much more than I
did, so I just sat back and left everything up to him.  After talking to
representatives from the four major branches of the service, we were ready
to head home, but Frankie began quizzing me the moment we got back to the
van.

"What did you think, Dad?  Which one would one you suggest I choose?"  He
was looking intently at me, as if he were watching a commercial on
television.

"I don't know, Frankie.  A lot of that was more than I really understood.
They all sound as if they have decent programs, but you know more about
what you're looking to gain from it than I do."  I felt as if I were almost
letting him down now.

"Yeah, I was afraid of that, especially when I started asking each of the
recruiters about the details of the training.  Actually, only the Army
recruiter was familiar with those parts of the MP training."  He seemed to
be looking at me for a response.

"I'm glad you said that, because I wasn't sure if it was them or me who was
out of the loop," I joked, "but maybe we should go home and see if we can
find more information online."

"Hey, I never thought about that," he commented, giving me a look that told
me he was impressed by this simple suggestion.  "I didn't even think about
them having a website.  That might even have better information than the
recruiters did.  Now, I can't wait to check it out."

As soon as we reached the house, Frankie raced inside and jumped on one of
the computers, immediately doing a search on 'military police.'  He was
gone for a couple of hours, before he came back to talk about what he'd
found, but it must have been good, because he was grinning ear-to-ear.
"Dad, can you come look at this?  I really want to know what you think."

"Sure, Frankie.  I just hope I can be helpful," I answered him honestly.
He took me in, showed me the website for the Army's military police school,
and we checked out the various phases of both the Basic Training and
Advanced Individual Training for that branch.  Frank not only seemed
impressed by the training descriptions, but he was also excited about some
of the advanced specialized training he might be able to get into later.
After discussing this with him for many minutes, he seemed to make up his
mind.  Monday he was going back to see the Army recruiter and enlist.

The only thing he wasn't thrilled about was that he'd probably be going to
Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri for his initial training.  I believe he thought
it might be a bit chilly there at this time of year, seeing it was located
in the Ozarks, and I think he was hoping to go either to a warmer climate
or closer to home.  Seeing neither of those options was in the cards, he
would just have to cope.

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