Our family was no different from any other family in America. Hard work, success, loss here, a failure there. Bills, vacations, cars, vans and trucks. Houses, garages, back yards with neighbors, the beach, Halloween, Christmas, Grand parents and cousins. A sporting event here. concert there. 9/11 and war. Report cards, bonuses, overtime and loss of work. High school graduation and college bills. Worse, death in a family and divorce, the failure of the family. Life moves on. Not so easy.
Adults can manage what life throws at us and will. Children new to the experiences of extreme losses, deal real-time. Few things if any overwhelm parents more than the children. One repeated lesson I’ve learned is how our children are resilient. What was daunting as a child is forgotten as a teenager, yet it never fails to stay seared deep in the minds of the parents.
My son, waited for me to leave the military and return home. He was seven years old the day I arrived. He jumped in my arms shrieking with joy and shared all the plans he had for us. To read more, please click this link: Let me fall