It’s Memorial Day Weekend, which has me thinking about my best friend who was killed in Iraq.
This is a flow entry on my current feelings around his death.
Most people will never understand the ultimate sacrifice you gave. I mean, it’s not that they don’t respect and admire what you have given, but it’s because they too are gone, stuck in a dark pit of emotional hell unable to see the truth that is right in front of them.
I wouldn’t know this truth if I wasn’t able to see the pain from your loss and many others.
I used to think your death was my fault, but I know that you died a warrior’s death, an honor that is among the highest known to warriors.
I’ll never forget that you gave the ultimate sacrifice for the generations that came before you, and the generations who will follow.
Your sacrifice matters because it reminds me that every single moment we are alive is a privilege, the end is death and in between is life.
To all the fallen, you may be gone, but are never forgotten. From a fellow warrior who made it home.
GK