Sitting At A Red Light


Last Friday on the way home from work a car pulled up to me at a red light waving and trying to get me to roll down my window… “What is a Gold Star Parent?” Obviously referring to my license plate. How does one answer that question at a 30 second red light?

My son was killed in action in Iraq and that made me a Gold Star Parent….but there is so much more to it than that.

It also means that now every man and woman in uniform is my family. Every veteran is my family…

It means late sleepless nights of tears and moments of being lost in the memories of him.

It means a black hole in my soul that is a daily battle to keep from being sucked into.

It means pride and sorrow…

It means hearing “sorry for your loss” for the rest of my life when I would much rather hear “Mother I’m home.”

It means I gave one of the most precious pieces of my life to this nation so please be grateful for what he gave you and live in a manner to insure it was not in vain.

2 Responses to Sitting At A Red Light

  1. Dave in Texas June 27, 2013 at 7:55 pm #

    Kind regards, and thanks for telling me.


  2. Kory June 28, 2013 at 9:15 am #

    Won’t you tell them, they’re more than a name on a wall!!!

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