We're home from Parris Island. Our second farm boy graduated from Marine Boot Camp. He is living our Oldest Farm Boy's dream. You see our two boys were so different. Each with a heart to serve; just in different ways. And there's just so much I don't understand. I'm not sure I'm supposed to understand. Why does a handsome, hard working red head hit a telephone pole in the middle of the night and never come home? Why did his hopes and dreams to serve our country die with him? I'm not sure I'm supposed to understand. Why would the youngest farm boy start his own career and suddenly ... View Post
Grace at the door. . .Day # 4 of Thankfulness
He stood at the door. A young woman by his side. There were tears in his eyes. He was struggling to find the words. I let him have his space. He said he was sorry it's taken him so long to come. He was in the Marine Poolee Group with Elijah. He too, in the Delayed Entry Program. I recognized him after a few moments. He was also a classmate of Elijah's. I also knew the young lady he was with. A cousin. Her Grandpa the fiddle player in the band Gary played in. He was leaving at 1:00 p.m. for Boot Camp at Parris Island. He had wanted to come and see us. One of the last things he ... View Post
