Somewhere out there a mother is weeping. A wife. A father. A child. Brothers or sisters. Friends. Mates.
But the padre didn't come to our door.
It wasn't our boy.
This time, the fates have been kind. To us.
But not to everyone.
marking time in an empty nest
Somewhere out there a mother is weeping. A wife. A father. A child. Brothers or sisters. Friends. Mates.
But the padre didn't come to our door.
It wasn't our boy.
This time, the fates have been kind. To us.
But not to everyone.
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5 comments:
and the fates will continue to be kind to you and yours!!! ((((HUGS)))))))))
War is a brutal thing. I still don't understand it. *HUGS*
I'm happy for you, but also sad for all the other families who's loved ones either arne't comming home or are comming home in pieces both mentally as well as physically
Yes, it was horrible news.
I'm so sorry that someone you know has gone through this. It's a very hard time for many in this world.
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