daringtobe's Diaryland Diary

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nephew..............................................

My nephew died yesterday in Iraq. He was one of the 14 marines killed.

It�s odd how when someone tells you someone you care about has died. The way the mind tries to grasp the realness of it.

I for the most part thought of his mother and others in his family that were by far closer to him than I was. I thought because of the distance of time and space that perhaps my emotional well being would remain relatively unscathed. Not so. Everything is fine and good until the knowledge repeats itself a thousand times in your head, and you remember images of Christmas past and family get togethers and how he looked just like his sister and was finally finding his way in life. How his was chubby in school and how him and his brother got their internet access taken away when they were caught looking up instructions on how to make a homemade bomb just to see if they could. How he was goofy and sometimes stupid and had an innocence that was beginning to wear away from his eyes after he was sent over there.

Who knows what kind of man he would have become. It feels entirely wrong that I will never know.

9:27 a.m. - August 04, 2005

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