Gordon was buried at Arlington today. I could not be there. Pam called me shortly after the ceremony. We didn’t visit long but she told me that Eddie and Brenda said it didn’t seem right that I wasn’t there.
I felt the same way.
I hated not being there.
But as much as I hated it, I was relieved, too.
When the war in Iraq and Afghanistan first started I attended two military funerals. One for a father. One for a son.
Gordon used to tell me all the time that he didn’t think he could do what I was doing, visiting the widows and children the way I did. He told me I was stronger than he was.
Sometimes, after visiting those families, I’d call Gordon and cry over it all. It pained us both so much to see new generations of widows and children and all the dead and wounded returning.
I told Gordon the one thing I can’t do is attend any more military funerals.
He said he understood.
And I know he does.