my mother's love.
Danny, you were my mom's first love. she was only a child, when you went off to Vietnam but my grandmother tells me about how my mother would run to the window or out to the fence whenever you walked by and wave and holler at you. my mom often tells stories about you and i can tell how much she misses you by the look in her eyes. i recently went up to the Oregon Vietnam wall and rubbed your name. i was about to frame it when i came across your picture online. i gave it to her as an early Christmas present, when she unwrapped it, she burst into tears. i couldn't help but cry with her, she looked at me with such love in her eyes and said, 'that's my Danny'. you'll always be my mothers favorite memory, she talks about you and how much she loved you to this day. I've come to know you even though i was born in 1995, 26 years since you lost your life. i only hope to someday be lucky enough to find love strong enough to last over 45 years like my mothers love has lasted for you.
Salute to a Fellow Veteran
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Frye – 1932