by AYoung Aug 4, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
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I got a call from my dad today saying that 2 officers needed to speak to me on important matters. Today my our son turned 29 days, and its our first trip out of the house. My mom, sister, me and my son rush home to see whats going on. I expect to see two policemen, but up walks to Army officers both high rank is all I know. I get ready to salute but before I can raise my right hand I see the Chaplains cross on his beret. My heart stops, my body turns cold, I cant breathe. I live on the 31st floor the elevator is cramped and the ride takes 31 years of life away from me, I pass my son to my sister cause I feel him slipping out of my arms, the officers don't say a word until I'm sitting down. It is so damed hot, I cant breathe whats going on. Sweat is pouring down their faces I know I'm about to hear my death sentence. I look at my mom she still has no clue, I hold my breathe and listen. "Ma'am at approximately 3:15 a.m. your husband was K.I.A. he suffered a gunshot wound to the head and died being medvaced to the hospital. |
by Tasha
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I'm so sorry. I don't know you, but you're in my prayers. Tasha |