Mr. Galen How cruel you are, I am wiping away tears, You talked about Lt from your time in Iraq. Our son was in middle school and still small enough at the time, Even I could pick him up and carry him. In fact during one of the broadcasts when you were on the morning show on KFSO, I was checking on him (he was home sick with the flu) and for a moment I saw not a little (okay maybe not so little) boy and for a moment I saw a young man and then he was a child once more.
This morning his Dad got another call saying "I'm fine, but it was a wild couple hours on patrol."
I turned 50 last weekend and my mom still remembers me as her little blonde girl, running excitedly for her first day of school and just as excitedly for basic...
A new generation has joined the Mullings household. This is for her.
The children of America have gone back to school. And, in nearly every household, there is at least one person who is standing over the kitchen sink in tears, wondering where the years have gone.
I understand.
Every year at this time, I remember a wonderful essay I heard on NPR the summer before The Lad first went to college. A woman talked about the day she sent her daughter to kindergarten for her first day of school. "My husband told me not to cry," she...
As much as I miss their childhood (present tense, not past), I'm extraordinarily proud of them.