How do you do it? Light a firework…and then let a sibling go? It began innocently enough, my brothers DRIVE for excellence. His WANT to protect. His NEED to stand for those that couldn’t and can’t stand for themselves. Then it turned into a passion, that drove his heart to the Army. Where he became far more than anyone ever expected….a Green Beret Medic. We are all SO proud…
….but don’t think that we don’t know now…..
We see the flags waving…smell the fireworks burning…and we’re grateful for the country we live in.
Yet we also FEEL what that flag represents, smell the guns firing, and see the country for what it is.
For WHO it has within it’s courageous halls. We see more clearly now the demands that freedom makes. It cries out for warriors everywhere to believe in more then just their own lives. It cries out for warriors who LIVE for justice.
We are the home of the brave, the free….one my brother will do anything for.
So…as I sit with my own 6 children…and I see my baby smile in the light of the sparkler….my eyes shine a bit. They gleam with the tears of someone that sees the joy, and also perceive’s the sacrifice.
If they give nothing….we lose everything. Freedom hangs by a small thin thread of reality. It’s so clear now…it hurts.
So I light the firework everyone had been waiting for…the one with the “parachute man” that flies so high in the sky…..
And as I light it…all my heart keeps saying is, please bring him back home, where he can enjoy the freedom he’s giving his life for.