On a weekend like today I reflect our time as a military family. Memorial Day is a reminder of the friends and loved ones our military family has lost. I know the feelings of uncertainty we carried and the amount of pride we shared in knowing our spouses were serving our country, was just a glimpse of the military life we lived
When our town newspapers, radio and televisions shared news of our fallen military personnel my thoughts were the families- the children left behind. I feared every time my husband went out to fight for our country, though proud, it was a scary situation.
Many times I was told that I had to be strong for my husband, that I’d be the one to hold my family together while he was gone. It shocked me how much my heritage and customs of being a Latina came naturally. How easy it was to cry alone yet dry the tears and keep my family afloat.
As much as this life tries to prepare us for the unexpected casualties, it’s never easy! I can’t imagine getting that knock on the door. Still my heart skips a beat when I hear news of our fallen.
I am thankful for the experience I had as a military wife and this weekend my love, thoughts, and prayers are dedicated to the families of those of our fallen. My fellow military widows, it’s spouses like you that continue to hold that pride, love, and dedication for your families just as your military spouses would.
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