More than 50 words, I promise!
As I sit here making this page, I quietly rejoice that God gifted you to us. I realize that John felt he needed to be apart from us and you are angry at him, but I pray that you will one day extend to him the benefits of the strength of your character, as you have to me. Since this long saga with PTSD and concussive brain injury began 15 years ago, you have been steadfast in your love and support. Even as children you recognized my unspoken and hidden pain, wrapped your arms around me and loved me unconditionally. You popped in with “I love you, Mom!” just because.
Recently our lives were torn apart yet again. Dealing with your own pain you haven’t always been at your best, but you recognize it and swiftly apologize. It takes courage to do that and speaks to the quality of the men you have become. You are there when I need you. I don’t have to ask. You are a great gift indeed. But the greatest gift of all is seeing two wonderful young men who, as they spread their wings and fly, are men of worth - men with consciences, values, and courage - men who do right when the world around them does not. I thank God for you!
I love you!
