On this day in 2009 I received confirmation that my father, William Worley, was listed in the Roll of Honor at the National Purple Heart Hall of Honor for his wounds received in WWII. I miss hearing his stories of his time spent during the war. We did not realize all that he went through at such a young age. I know it changed him forever, how could it not. I think that’s what made him so gruff. He gave so much for his country. And when he returned home his country was not really there for him. I have his medals now. I helped him get them all when I lived in Muncie. During the war he would send the medals home as he received them. His mother was supposed to be saving them for him. When he got home, they were nowhere to be found. He said someone had stolen them. So one day I took him to the courthouse and got them all replaced for him. He always said they were mine after he passed. I’m so thankful he shared that part of his life with me. I’m sure it was painful to reminisce about his war time. But in sharing with me, it brought us closer together. Thank you Dad. Love you, miss you.
Jane is a Widow 