The Domiciles Project



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Watching the news on the tv, I begin to drift off after a long day of work. The news lady starts talking, she mentions that three soldiers have been killed. I noticed that one of those soldiers was my son. A rash of tears shoot down my face, my son was gone! the first thought that came to my mind was “how could god take my son away from me?”.
The funeral was the hardest for me. Sitting there in a chair, looking at that coffin. Thinking, knowing that my only child….. My son was in that coffin, lid closed with an american flag placed over the coffin. I sat in my seat trying to hold back that rush of tears running down my face, but I couldn't stop the tears. I listened to the preacher talk and honor my son for what he did for his country. I drowned in my tears when they folded that flag and walked over to me. I sat there looking at the three soldiers holding their rifles in hand. As they played the played the trumpet, then each soldier shot there rifle three time each.Then the commander got right down in front of me and handed the flag to me. I grabbed it and hugged it tight, letting the tears run down my face.
When I got home, I walked up stairs and sat on his bed and cried myself to sleep that day and night. I left his room just the way he left it. With all his medals and achievements hanging off the top of the bed. I put a photo of him next to his medals. I still go into his room and sit on his bed and think about him everyday……. I miss my son, my heart keeps telling me.
I go to his grave everyday and sit there next to his stone. The only thing makes me feel like I am next to him. I just wish I could hug my son one more time. But most of all tell my boy how proud I am of him. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about him laughing and smiling the way he did. But I sit there at his grave, looking at his dog tags. I only wish I could see my son again…….I miss you tuttle, my son.

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