posted on Jun, 28 2007 @ 04:54 AM
'sokay DG. anytime. I came here to find out where jen hangs out.
semperfortis, a budy of mine was a marine sergeant in Iraq. He lost a buddy in a roadside mine and ... well he had the grizley job of recovering body
parts of his best mate.
My friend came back traumatised and withdrew from his family. They couldn't relate to his experience.
Probably the rest of us here can't with you either, as much as we feel sympathy. My friend climbed up on his roof night after night, quite depressed
trying to make sense of it. He lost the will. life no longer made any sense.
I'll tell you what I told him if I may ?
I told him that his lost friend wanted to live and it would insult, or dishonour his friend's sacrifice if he gave up so easily. I pointed out how
his family needed him. I asked him to go back to his wife and kids who loved him and not shut himself off from them. They needed him whole.
It must have helped because he climbed down from that roof. Nothing turns back the clock semperfortis. Our lives are like chapters in a book. Our
books are written before we are born. When our time comes, it is like the closing of a chapter, but the book goes on and our stories are told in the
chapters which follow by those who loved us and remember us. Remember your friend and keep your friend alive in the chapters which you write.
Your friend did not live in a graveyard. Your friend lived in your life and lives on in your memories. that is where to honour your friend.
A hug doesn't seem enough, but you can have mine *HUG*