The four of us siblings span 9 years, Jon being the oldest and Joshua the youngest; Benjamin and I sharing the dreaded middle child seat. For years no..
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More» TIME magazine cover story today features the story of two widows involved with TAPS who both lost their husbands to suicide on the same day - March 21..
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More» Military widow Shanette Booker talks about how friends and family try to help, but sometimes don't understand how survivors feel about the death of th..
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More» We've all heard the expression that freedom isn't free. That phrase became all too real to me on December 30, 2005.
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More» One of the things that someone said to me shortly after Matthew died in 2007 was...
More» The date is engraved on my heart. The awful day he died. Every year that date comes around again on the calendar, and for lack of anything better...
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