29 December, 2005


I don't know why this description of a soldier's homecoming impacted me more than ones I've read previously, but it did. I'm still drying my tears as I type. His mother wrote:

Recently, I told one of my friends how hugging Wayne that day felt like a funeral in reverse. Instead of burying him, I received my son back from the grave. Waves of emotion held in check all year came gushing out. Each time I tried to pull away, I sobbed uncontrollably, thinking of other mothers whose sons didn't come home alive. Finally, when it seemed like enough, I passed him on to the rest of the family.