Jill unknowingly sets traps for me, and unfailingly, I hit every one of them. I fell in one of those traps again when I saw a picture Jill had posted of an old house, I have previously blogged of what that house was, and why the image immediately burned in my brain. Jill makes photographs with her Blackberry, what Jill can do with a Blackberry leaves me in awe.
Then she told me how she finally found love again, and of the happiness that she shared with Chris. Chris was a Soldier in the United States Army, an Army Ranger to be exact. He was killed in action in 2008, in the War on Terror. I remember sinking back in the chair at my desk, I couldn't think of a word to say. I love words, to me they are the essence of the human connection, whether written, spoken, or signed. Always, I have words... almost always I have words... Jill not only makes me cry... she leaves me without adequate words.
Of course I wept again, this time it lingered for about three days. Then came the next trap. The photo at the top of this particular blog, which I offer again for your consideration, as I again caution the reader who might be faint of heart.
Because of who my parents are, and I don't mean by that because they are rich, powerful, or influential, but because of what good people they are, I have always been surrounded by outstanding people. So I know good people when I encounter them. Jill Marshall is "good people." Not only is my friend Jill good people, she is remarkable people. I have to point out though, I can't have a simple conversation with her without her making me cry... I know you see what I mean by now.
I loved the blog. There are a few things that should be corrected, though. Dennis was kia in Beirut 23 October 1983, not 1981. Chris was a US Army Ranger and he was killed in 2008, not 2004.
At least I can say I have loved and lost QUALITY men!
I think this is why I haven't had a relationship in the past three years. It's hard to find men of such caliber!
I am starting to think you are a psychic. You mentioned the Christmas morning picture of Dennis in his camo pjs. That WAS Christmas morning in Hawaii, but I didn't tell you that, nor is there anything in the picture that indicates it's Christmas!
You never cease to amaze me!
I love you, friend.
It was the candles on the porch with this one... so nothing there was involving the "still small voice," but I have had those moments with photos you post. I always know when I am having one. There is a spot in the back of my neck right where my head joins my spine... The goose bumps start there and end when they run out my finger tips... Some of Buzzy's photos do the same thing, but I think that is because I have some connection with his mother. Her twin "boys" are 10 days older than my twin "boys."