Superman, Pirates, and puzzles

It has been exactly two years since my brother-in-law Ronny, a Captain in the Special Forces unit of the Army lost his life to a roadside bomb in Afghanistan on August 2, 2009.   The last time I saw him was on the 4th of July, less than a month prior, in Wilmington, NC.  As I left my sister’s house that night where we’d all celebrated with fireworks and a barbecue, the last words he said to me were, “Take care of yourself.”  Those words stated just a few days prior to his deployment were so selfless and so within his character to care more about others than himself.  The motto of the Special Forces is De Opresso Libro, or Liberate the Oppressed, which is exactly how he lived his life.  He was known in his family to be Superman crossed with Jack Sparrow, and all 9 of his brothers and sisters recall how he was their best friend.

As I flipped through the pages of my diary from that year, I looked at the last entry prior to hearing about Ronny.  It was July 27th, 2009  and I remember that night, not being able to sleep at all.  I must have had caffeine after 12 noon, and so I ended up scribbling the following out to the light of my cell phone:

In the puzzle of our family

those that have left us are like the missing pieces

we try to fill in with the

cobwebs of our memories,

A patchwork compilation of lives

strung together by blood

and the persistence of memory.

After hearing the shocking news about Ronny, it made us all wonder how life would ever be the same. Perhaps “normal” re-assimilated.   Every 4th of July carries extra meaning, seeing pictures of Arlington National Cemetery immediately spring forth a well of tears, and every August 2nd makes us feel heavier in our chest knowing what an amazing brother, son, husband, and father we’ve lost from this present reality.

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About miccahmarie

I got my first Diary when I was 10. I couldn't wait to write in it at night to divulge all of the details of my day onto paper with my turquoise pen. I now find that writing has become therapeutic for me. I need time to think and sort out what is going on inside and often when I'm most emotionally heightened is when I write most creatively. My years of journaling are a compilation of written out prayers as well as lamenting poems. What I write here will come from both the past and the present. I'm finally comfortable enough to bare my soul, and the deep wounds are at last healed to where they're no longer raw.
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One Response to Superman, Pirates, and puzzles

  1. keithward1213 says:

    Wow. I love the idea of filling the empty spaces with the cobwebs of memory. That is really descriptive and, I think, dead on. I’ve thought for years about how to describe that aspect of life and I think that’s about as close as you can get.
    When someone passes, our memories are all that are left and for those that didn’t know them it’s as if they never existed, but for us their memory floats in and out of our reality. Maybe hourly, maybe daily and maybe only every month or so. But it’s there. It always will be. No matter if it’s pleasurable, agitating or hurtful. And even though it doesn’t replace them, it fills that small piece of a huge tapestry that makes us exactly who we are and unlike anyone else.

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