Sunday, April 29, 2007

Thoughts of hope


After reading Smoochie's post, I again reflected on my own moments of heartache some 37 years ago. A young man that I loved very much screamed his last words to me as he left "Pat, I will always love you and don't ever forget it". I always thought he would come back safely from Vietnam and we would marry, but destiny had something different. We always remember where we were when John Kennedy was killed or the Twin Towers fell, but this is a day that I know minute for minute, as my dad walked into my apt and said those dreaded words that I couldn't accept. My first love was coming home, but not the way it was supposed to be. I am fortunate to have a husband who totally understands the feelings I have and allows me to keep his memory alive by putting flowers on his grave on his birthday and other memorial days. My friend's family treat me as a family member.

So at night, I always remember our soldiers who so freely give of themselves and I want to copy smoochie's plan of a prayer box, so that this war can end soon and bring your husbands, sons, fathers, uncles, wives, daughters, mothers, aunts and friends home safely. May an army of angels watch over them.

4 comments:

paula said...

Thank you so much for sharing your story and for your kind words over on my blog. I forget there are many people out there like me and I need to remember that I am not in this alone. The hope of so many is easing our burden and I thank you for that. I am so sorry for your loss.

The Urban Chic said...

Paula, your family will be in my thoughts and prayers. I have a pet peeve that really sets me off. I play bingo sometimes at the VFW and before it starts, everyone stands for a moment of silence, then pray for the soldiers, those who lost their lives,the MIAs and POWs and the homless veterans, then say the pledge and there are people who do not stand or say the pledge and I have been known to stare them down after we are finished---no respect at all for what is stands for. Going to make a new yellow bow in honor of your son till he comes home. Big Hugs, Pat

The Urban Chic said...

Forgot to say thank you----and always remember, you are never alone. Thanks for visiting my little boring blog.

paula said...

Thank you.