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On Veterans

We buried (another) friend last week.(I told you about him here, but because his desire was to be buried at Arlington with his fellow veterans, the interment ceremony wasn’t until June. Bear with me-it has been a difficult, emotional season and that has been reflected here on the blog).  And while he didn’t die in combat, surely the past decade or so of war was the death of him. And when the guns went off and taps played, the noise shot right through...

Memorial Day: The Wrecking

It is surprising how grief changes over the years. Some things I know, I expect. The edges of the wound soften over time. The fear fades, mostly. We aren’t sad every day. Some things I don’t. Nine years and change later, you see a picture on Facebook of a Volkswagon Beetle, remember being the unwilling participant in a particularly hardhitting game of punchbug, and you find yourself tearing up while you paint your guest bedroom because her life stopped, and...

Imprint

Sometimes, in your life, you collide with people who make a stunning imprint on your soul. I met her one time. One time, at Jaime’s funeral, on a day my heart was breaking. And how much more so was hers … aunt to my friend, and friend to me on an ugly, awful day. I remember her smile, even on that day, her love for Jaime, and for us, who came to honor her. Her concern for me, ME, on the...

Last … {Five Minute Friday}

I don’t want to think about the “last time”  for anything. But I have to – it’s a requirement for this life we live. The closer good-bye comes, the larger “last” looms.  It’s why I always save the last {latest} voicemail from the Husband. It’s why I always say I love you on the phone … the last words he’ll hear from me, just in case. Each moment before the leaving swollen with significance when viewed through the lens of...