Dec 162017

Today, I sat with a Gold Star mom at her son’s gravesite. With wreaths from Wreaths Across America in hand, I followed her down the path she could probably find in the dark. I didn’t want her to go alone and thought I would bless her by sitting at her side and saying a prayer. As you probably have guessed, I was the one blessed.  With an amazing strength and smile, she told me many of his childhood stories.

I can’t imagine a heart more open and loving than this mom–well maybe the heart of her son. In their last conversations, he told her how much he loved his country.

This young man was defending me. And how many more around the world this Christmas? Young men and women defending this country. Putting their life on the line.

Kids taught to love all life, protect every creature. Kids who never saw even a chicken killed and cooked for dinner. Kids protected and then thrown into a world where video-game-horror is real. Kids killing to protect the soldiers beside them, knowing one hesitation means death to their buddy.

What an honor for me to sit on his bright-yellow bench. I will never pass the corner of the cemetery in Acton without thinking of this son, this mom. The thing is there are 445 sons of American freedom and 445 moms represented in this cemetery. Each story similar in someway. Young people sent to defend and serve me, my freedom the constitution of my country.

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