Respect for the Fallen

Motorcycles thundered down Jefferson Street here is Huntington today, to honor a fallen Sergeant, a hero of the war in the Middle East. I didn't even know the brave young man but I was reduced to tears as cars stopped out of the profound respect that was felt. I thought about all of you and how your fathers and mother, brother, sister and friends - people you know - may be gone, injured or may not return. Know that you are loved. Know that there are people you can talk to. Know that I will listen if you want to jot out a post.