In memory of a Brave Man, my friend Chris
365 days ago, Eric had told me to call him, and then on AIM Amber told me the awful news that Papa was dead, he was killed in Action in Iraq, his vehicle was blown up, and lives of our sons were taken, to terrorist attack.
One year later, and I can't say it's exactly easier to know that his physical presence isn't on this earth. I really know it’s still hard to know that I can't share or learn of his love, joy, happiness, and anger-only of what was prior to October 17, 2006. I still have a hard time looking at pictures and believing his isn't here. That he is dead, that he laid his life down, for all his friends, his family, his platoon.
With each return to Slippery Rock a heavy ambition of sadness, seeks evolution upon my body, tinkering its power, I become a part of it. The times of drinking, running, ROTC, friendship, shaking our grove on the dance floor, can never be in that fashion again, the memories I have, is what keeps Chris alive, and I quickly recover that I was blessed to have those few memories, and get to know such a beautiful man, that was passionate about everything he encountered, in a negative and positive way.
Then the thoughts of when my time comes, that my friend Chris will be there to welcome me, and we can share our friendship in heaven, with God. When I think about that, I get really excited. I know that the life I am trying to live, will enhance my friendships lost to the spiritual realm and will in turn bring me home to my family, that I so dearly miss.
So on this day, I salute you LT Loudon; I drink beer and toast your life on earth, and celebrate your new life of rest, happiness, and love in Heaven with my Father, God, and Savior Jesus.
God Night Sweet Prince, I love you, brother. May angels sing thee to thy rest.
One year later, and I can't say it's exactly easier to know that his physical presence isn't on this earth. I really know it’s still hard to know that I can't share or learn of his love, joy, happiness, and anger-only of what was prior to October 17, 2006. I still have a hard time looking at pictures and believing his isn't here. That he is dead, that he laid his life down, for all his friends, his family, his platoon.
With each return to Slippery Rock a heavy ambition of sadness, seeks evolution upon my body, tinkering its power, I become a part of it. The times of drinking, running, ROTC, friendship, shaking our grove on the dance floor, can never be in that fashion again, the memories I have, is what keeps Chris alive, and I quickly recover that I was blessed to have those few memories, and get to know such a beautiful man, that was passionate about everything he encountered, in a negative and positive way.
Then the thoughts of when my time comes, that my friend Chris will be there to welcome me, and we can share our friendship in heaven, with God. When I think about that, I get really excited. I know that the life I am trying to live, will enhance my friendships lost to the spiritual realm and will in turn bring me home to my family, that I so dearly miss.
So on this day, I salute you LT Loudon; I drink beer and toast your life on earth, and celebrate your new life of rest, happiness, and love in Heaven with my Father, God, and Savior Jesus.
God Night Sweet Prince, I love you, brother. May angels sing thee to thy rest.