Too many drafts

Sometimes there are just too many words to say. Believe me, I have too many drafts. And that's what I do to soothe myself.

Single phrases throughout the day are starting to effect all of us.

I miss my husband.

And my bed.

Eulogy

Death sometimes steals our words.


But I think in this case, there are just too many words to choose from.


First of all...there are so many left to mourn him. His wife, children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren as well as more family and friends all over the world. He was known for his boisterous voice, his impeccable style, the way he always smelled good, and most of all... how he loved.


He loved every single one of us, his family and his friends were his life, and he loved life.
As a retired Command Sergeant Major of the US Army, he had pride that resonated, in his country and those who served or continue to serve it.
 

He taught us how to live life to the fullest. How to appreciate it. How to triumph in it.

We’ll always remember how he loved to dance with us. We’ll remember how special a trip to the movies, or to the ice skating rink-- or even a simple trip to the park to feed the ducks could turn out to be when we were with him. He taught us the best ways to celebrate Halloween and Christmas, he could tell the best bedtime stories, and he collected caps and Cadillacs with the best of them.

I hope we think of him every time we see a good movie or watch a good football game, or drive a good car.

I hope we always remember how holding his hand or sitting next to him made us feel safe.

So, here's a thank you to Command Sergeant Major Rudolph Caddy. Thank you for being the husband, father, grandfather, and friend that you were. Thank you for loving us, for showing your pride in us, accepting us all for what we are and for teaching us how to celebrate life.

Reason

My mom dances with Auralia in the kitchen. My baby loves music.

And I tried, really hard, to believe that this is one of the reasons why we are here.

I don't know if that's significant or not. I guess the significant part is the 'trying' part.

Is it just hindsight that makes 2009-2010 look easier than it was? I don't remember it being easier exactly... More, I had a goal. And this time I have goals as well, but they don't seem as important this time.

If one more person asks me if I'm glad to be home... I'll probably slap them.

It's unbelievably insulting.