There is heat in my tears.
Danny was greeted by my brother, Anzie and Ben last Monday afternoon. He is now on US soil and not in danger of Afghani's shooting or bombing him to bits. As an Aunt I have some right to cry, and breath heavy about his whereabouts, but I am not his Mother or Father. That.. my friends would be a heartbreaker. I have shed tears during his deployment, tears of unknown and the reality of danger in his path. I cried for his parents feelings of no control and fear that wakes you in the middle of the night. These tears I shed in fear taste the same as the tears I shed when I saw pictures of his smiling face as he greeted his family after 8 long months. I cried salty warm tears of joy at his healthy body, and sparkling eyes. The tears I cry for the loss of my friends husband are the same tears I cry when I retell the story to my husband, how grateful I am to have him in my life. Tears of joy and loneliness, tears of pride and loss, drops from...