We sent off our oldest son, again, this morning. It never gets any easier. We all stood in a circle and held hands. I had my oldest son on one side and my youngest on the other. After the prayer two boys tried to barricade the door so the oldest one couldn’t leave. Tears were shed and my mother heart was happy and sad and worried and joyful all at the same time.
On this Memorial Day, I am remembering the mothers. Mothers who stood and waved and watched their boys go off– to war.Continue reading “Remembering the Mothers”