Sometimes I look at old pictures. Sometimes I listen to songs – you know the kind, the ones that “take you back.” Sometimes I grab a pint of ice cream and a box of Kleenex and put on the saddest movie in my chick flick collection. Sometimes, like today, I dig through articles and watch videos honoring men who died too soon.
Because sometimes I just need to cry.
Sometimes they keep me up at night – spiraling memories and should-have-beens. Sometimes I shut them out, tuck them away again on the other side of Sometime, and drift into happier dreams. Sometimes I summon them, to trace the outlines of a friendly smile, an eye roll, an early morning jog, a final salute to a passing hearse.
Because sometimes I’m afraid that if I don’t remember, no one will.
Sometimes I write. Sometimes my pen hovers over blank pages. Sometimes the words flow freely – into a tribute, a memory, the everything and nothing I can give.
But sometimes, it’s never enough.
Sometimes I just need to cry.
This Memorial Day I honor:
Maj Randy Voas, KIA Oct 8, 2010
Capt Ryan Hall, KIA Feb 18, 2012
Lt Col JD Loftis, KIA Feb 25, 2012
And all those who made the ultimate sacrifice