Thank you ((NWTW))

It was a HORRIBLE day for me. Being stuck in the house, it sounded like gang warfare going on outside. I kept hearing little gun noises, then huge blasts. Each time the blast went off, I had the urge to grab a gun and join my neighbors in defending ourselves against the big guns and rockets. By the time I settled my heart, it happened again.

I kept telling myself it was just my neighbors out having a good time with their families. It didn't work. It reminded me of who was missing in my family. I'm sure my son wasn't spending his time saying "ooooooh and ahhhhhh" over the fireworks and incredible heat he's having to endure out in the desert. I doubt they pigged out on BBQ or held hot dog eating contests. I'm sure they didn't eat ice cream.

My community planned to honor our soldiers by airing a musical montage on the local channel. We submitted our photos of my son and my father. My husband was so excited about seeing our son on TV dressed in his uniform.

We spent the whole day watching the local channel. We felt like voyeurs watching everyone mull around the festival eating ice cream. The tribute to our soldiers never aired.

They finally aired it today. When it began, I began to gasp and sob with tears. I kept telling myself they were supposed to be tears of joy - this is supposed to be a good thing.

My son was left out of the tribute! We watched it twice. I should have known.

Thanks again for thinking of me.

PS - Hi MUFFY!!