On May 14, 1992, we lost our son. He was twenty nine years old, a career US Army officer, and a fine, compassionate human being who cared for his soldiers, his family, and his world. Gary, I wonder every day what you might have accomplished over these past twenty-three years. This is an occasion when anything I say would come off sounding like a tired, worn-out cliché so I’ll keep it to just this: You are loved and missed more than any words could express.
Time does not heal all wounds; it just forms a scab over them which can break open at any time, and often does.
Duke
Those of us who have not endured this pain cannot imagine how you go on. It is the worst nightmare.
May 16 is my late daughter, Nina’s birthday. She died in 2001 at age 42. How clear and sharp are the memories of her from infancy on through childhood, marriage, and the birth of two beautiful children. She lives on in our memories.
Duke,
Jean and I have raised six sons. All are healthy and whole, married and have children and some of their children now have children of their own. We both have marveled at the fact that all our boys turned out to be upstanding individuals and fine fathers. I can only imagine the pain and sorrow you and your wife have suffered over the loss. It must be a God given strength to carry on after a catastrophe such as losing a son. Keep him in your heart and a day will come when you are a family reunited again. Be well. What will be, will be.