Today marks a day of remembrance for those who lost their
lives in the bombing of Pearl Harbor. But I write of another event that
occurred on December 6.
It was 1962. In Honolulu, a sailor aboard the
destroyer escort USS Willhoite fell from a ladder and hit an angle iron. As a result of the fall, that young man, just 19 years old, lost a precious sense—his sight. That sailor was my brother, Archie Anthony
Neil “Tony” Sherrell.
I was only 6 years old at the time. I do not remember how my
family learned the news. And we never talked about it. I never asked my mother
about it. When I was in Texas recently and could have talked with my brother
Arny about it, I didn’t. It just seems like it would be too painful.
What I do know I learned from this newspaper article:
"Aeromedical Groups Hauls 100,000th," Fairbanks Daily News-Miner, 1 Feb 1963, p. 10, col. 7; digital images, Ancestry (www.ancestry.com : accessed 27 Mar 2010). |
Tony went on to live a full life. He married and raised a
family. He earned a degree in social work from Pacific Lutheran University. He worked
as a Veterans Affairs counselor for those with visual impairment and lectured
for the National Federation of the Blind. He sold talking computers in the early 1980s and later sold antiques. He traveled. I have wonderful memories of the times we spent together.
Tony died on 8 October 2001; his ashes were scattered in the
Pacific Ocean near Hawaii, the islands he loved.
My hero, my brother—
Archie Anthony Neil "Tony" Sherrell with his wife Bonnie. Digital image; original held by Jennifer Spurlock, [ADDRESS WITHHELD FOR PRIVACY], McKinney, Texas, 2011. |
This story conjures up every emotion. Your brother is a shining example that a tragedy doesn't mean one's life is over. I can tell you are proud of all that he accomplished.
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