Yesterday, Daughter and I went out for lunch. Not for Chinese, like we usually do, as her pregnancy has brought an end to her desire for Chinese food. Coming home, we noticed the flashing lights of police and fire vehicles up ahead. Stuck in the middle lane, there was no chance for us to escape driving straight into it.
Then it occurred to me. Up head was a cemetery. Today was a funeral. A funeral for the second soldier in my city to die in Iraq.
Out of necessity, we slowly drove past the burial site. A group of family and friends huddled together, surrounded by many soldiers in uniform. But scattered beyond that were many many small groups of people, some standing on the side walk, some across the street. Watching. Showing respect for a very young man (21) who died as the result of a road side bombing.
He had last been home in March, to attend a funeral. He and his girlfriend went ring shopping.
Yesterday...Daugther and I went out for lunch.
I hope and pray today that this family will be blessed beyond belief with wonderful memories of their yesterdays with their son. I hope those memories expand and fill up the gaping hole that must be echoing with pain.
Tomorrow must look so empty to them.
I need to hug my sons.
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3 comments:
So very sad. This kind of loss is senseless.
So very sad...and NO, NOTHING will prevent the huge loss and hole in the life of his family...never ever! My family still miss my deceased brother...no one has ever taken that spot because no one can. My mom grieved for him probably every day of the rest of her life...and such is the way it is for moms!
It does not seem a good sacrifice...feels too much, way too much like "Viet Nam days". I am grateful my husband was on subs...and not a foot soldier. I understand that these young men (and women) are coming home just as damaged as those in Viet Nam were. And also not having their needs attended to...so says my friend who lives by Ft. Drum in NY.
Elizabeth
Here's an online hug. I'll hug you for real tomorrow.
How can anyone look at situations such as these and still believe that war is or ever can be a good thing?
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