Ordinary

My husband was ordinary.

He was quiet, smart and kind. He gave his heart to all that he did.  Not many knew the real him, but those that were lucky enough to, know what a good guy he was.

My husband was ordinary.

He signed up for the military at a young age. He felt it was the right thing to do. He formed friendships and comradeship like many will never know.

My husband was ordinary.

He married, bought a house, and became a devoted father. He woke in the morning, walked the dog and got the paper. He gave the kids bath-time and then allowed them to curl up on his knees whilst he told them one last bedtime story.

My husband was extraordinary.

One time he never came home and the void he left will never, ever be filled.

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How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and sheroes

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Originally written in response to WQW:19 – Remember and Honor Those Who Sacrificed Their Lives for Freedom.

The Missing Sound

“What has keys but can’t listen to the beauty it unlocks? A piano” – Jarod Kintz

The old piano lay soundless, covered and almost forgotten. I had hated the sight of it after Geoff’s passing, but I could not bear to part with it either. Sometimes as I sat in our little sunroom, I could imagine his fingers dancing merrily along the keys and the soft tune would escape the walls, drifting out to that sunroom entrancing me. It had been his thing. Tinkering away. Capturing his anger or his joy, in simple melodic tunes. I missed those moments. I missed those rhythms. Mostly, I missed Geoff.

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My entry to this weeks FFfAW challenge – This week’s photo prompt is provided by Mike Vore. Thank you, Mike, for our photo prompt! 106 Words this week 😀 – the story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words).

Click on the frog to see more flash fiction inspired by this great image