The smooth stone looked like the hundreds of others surrounding her, but this one was different.
Flags fluttered idly as a tender breeze sauntered by, sympathetically caressing her tear stained face.
The resonances of military demands and guns being discharged were light years away as she fixated on the pale stone before her.
PRIVATE RYAN WALSH; U.S. ARMY; MAR 19 1992; JAN 5 2014; LOVING HUSBAND; BRONZE
STAR; PURPLE HEART; OPERATION IRAQI FREEDOM
She read the words over and over again trying to grasp the gruesome genuineness they held.
She reached a trembling hand out to touch the stone surface as she sat on the ground, unable to move.
He’d always come back.
He had always come back to her.
She remembered the last time she saw her valiant soldier alive, he kissed her lovingly and confidently said,
“I’ll see you soon my love.”
She closed her eyes softly and remembered him, her brave and courageous warrior husband.
He was her rock, he was the reason she was so strong; she couldn’t do it alone!
She had always known there was the possibility of him never coming home; she just never thought it would be so soon.
She felt her heart splintering, breaking and shattering as she thought of a life without him.
She looked at the stone and knew that she couldn’t be strong without him; she needed him.
She placed her fingertips to her lips and gently pressed them to the stone in a farewell kiss
“I’ll see you soon my love.”
