It just seems so surreal right now. I had to leave work when I found out and I’ve felt numb and blank ever since. I can’t believe he’s really gone. He was such a happy guy, stationed out of Hawaii and he couldn’t wait to get back to the beaches. We even talked about going to his Military Ball when he returned in April. Ron always made a point to send me notes whenever he could from Afghanistan. He left me a message about his faith in my Thanksgiving Dinner cooking skills.
I’ve lost too many people in my life, and I feel like I should be a seasoned pro at this point, but turns out, I’m not. Death is so permanent. So cruel and so unforgiving. I had a bad feeling when he deployed, but always hoped I was wrong. It breaks my heart to think that he suffered. I can only pray it happened quickly and he had no time to be afraid. While I know he’s safe now, and won’t feel any more pain, I know the people left behind have a long journey ahead. I just don’t know what else to say. It was hard enough to put these words down. Ron, it was honor to know you.