I remember that morning like it was yesterday. At the time, my husband and I lived in VA. He was in the Marine Corps and was stationed in Quantico. Our daughter (our oldest) was just over a year old. We were both still sleeping at 8:00am when my husband returned back from work. I was sound asleep and woke when I heard the car pull up.
Don’t ask me how I knew it was him because I still can’t figure that one out. It was base housing and there were lots of families living around us. I sat straight up out of bed as he opened the front door. Somehow I already knew that my brother was gone before my husband even told me. Before he even said anything, I asked him which of my brothers was gone and he confirmed what I already knew. My best friend.
Not that my other brother wasn’t important to me because he was and is and always will be. This brother was only a year younger than me and we had the same friends and always hung out together. We were really close. I’m telling you what, that was the quickest trip we have ever taken home back to Ohio. We made it home in less than 6 hours with our dog and our daughter that was still a baby.