It’s killing me, this feeling… The feeling I have for you. You don’t notice how much I care..how much I pay attention.. to every line.. every touch.. every word.. and how much I hang on to the last thing I heard you say to me.. “I love you” those words will hang in the air like cotton flying in the wind. There’s no getting rid of them. Me standing there in the pouring rain.. You held me for the last time.. Told me things would never change you’d still be here for me til the very end I could call you anytime… Now the only sound I hear is the end tone on the other line of the phone.. It’s over.. All gone.. now it’s just a memory.. just a picture in my brain of what used to be.. one thing will never change and that’s how much I felt for you that day when you walked away the pain on your face seeing me cry in the rain, freezing in my shorts and tank top you handed me your jacket before you left and that’s all I have of yours.. Now as I stand in front of this casket all I know is that you did what you did to protect me and your son.. This I why I write this to tell you that you have a son and he’ll be very proud of his daddy for dying for him and mommy and his country. So here are my final words.. I love you my husband and thank you for giving me the strength that day to carry through life knowing that even if your not here physically your here always standing, walking, and most importantly watching over me and your son. That’s the best gift you could of ever given me.
With all my love,