Posted on June 21, 2013
It is Sunday morning nearly three years after your death and I am standing at the kitchen window of a plantation house watching you climb a 100 foot pine tree to cut a branch that hangs over the parked truck in the driveway. You’ve…
Category: Rainy Morning LettersTags: Dancing, Dreams, Grief, Life, Life After Death, LZ-Grace Veterans Retreat, Navy SEALs, Service
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