Every Monday morning I wake up with a headache because I cry for exactly one hour on Sunday night. Why? Because I’m watching Lifetime’s Coming home about soldiers returning from their tours of duty, from the throes of war…
…and into the arms of their families.
It’s too much.
On December 19th, 2003 – my brother came home. I remember it like it was yesterday.
I take that sibling-love that I have for my brother, add in my love for my husband and the love that I have for my babies and well, this show is just too much to bear.
I feel for the moms who lose their sons.
The fathers who lose their daughters.
The siblings who lose their best friends.
The theme throughout the show is sacrifice.
Each time I see a soldier come home to his/her family, I remember watching that door open… and seeing my brother walk toward my family.
I was so proud. So overcome with emotion. And so happily hidden behind my camera.
I’m forever grateful for the men and women who take a leave from their daily lives to work, fight and serve to ensure my freedoms.
Those people like my brother.
They miss births…
They miss birthday parties…
They miss graduations…
They miss weddings…
They miss their lives so that we can have ours.
So, watch this show with a grateful heart and take a few quiet moments afterward to remember those who serve…
And also those who bravely gave their lives.
…and if you can get through this show with a dry eye… well, I’ll be surprised.