thank you


On Saturday morning I stood in a line to pay my respects to a fellow wife and mother (who was pregnant by the way) for sacrificing her husband in Afghanistan. It was the hardest thing I've had to do in a long time. Until Saturday I had never attended the funeral of someone who died in combat, and I saw first hand the gaping hole it left in the lives of his family, his parents and his grandparents. As I stood in that line dreading the moment I would have to look into those eyes and say something to this grieving family I had never met, I felt a kinship with this new widow, now being a wife and mother myself. I can't say I know what it feels like to lose my husband, but I know that when you have much, you also have much to lose. When I finally reached them the tears flowed freely and all I could do was express my gratitude to them. Some people willingly risk their lives to protect their country and their families. Others willingly let them do it, knowing what may happen. To those brave men and women and their braves wives and husbands and children, thank you.