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.


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

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