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A year ago today, a friend of mine got the visit that no military spouse ever, ever wants to have.
It's the first (and so far, only) close friend the Heffners have known to lose their life in a war that I don't really understand.
I remember everything about that day, like when someone asks you what you were doing when 9/11 took place, or when Katrina hit.
I haven't seen this friend in a long time - we have lived in different cities since 2005. I haven't been able to hug her, to physically be there. But I think about their family all the time. I don't know what it's like to lose the person that you love most in the world. And I wish she didn't either.
To my friend: I know that hundreds of people are telling you this, but I am here. A phone call away. A shoulder, a comforting ear, a friend. Someone that has prayed for you and will always be there. Always. We will probably never live in the same town again, but we'll never be far.
To her fallen soldier: Thank you for your selfless service. You paid the ultimate price so that America could continue to live life the way they are acccustomed. You gave your life fighting in a conflict that many of us are baffled by, and some of us have probably even stopped paying attention to (as sad as that is).
You are missed by many, admired by even more. And a grateful nation remembers you, grieves for you, and mourns that your life was cut short.