I have started and deleted this post more times than I care to count.
Folks, *that* time of year is upon us. I feel like every year *it* comes earlier and earlier, the lump in my throat becomes bigger, and my eyes fill up with tears before I can even put thoughts into words.
For those unaware, my older brother, Jon, was killed in Afghanistan November 13, 2008. Though this life altering event happened almost 4 years ago, the wound is fresh and healing is slow. I’m not as angry as I was before, yet now it has transformed into insurmountable sadness. I have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that he never met my kids. The dagger in my heart is only twisted when I look at them and think of all the cool things their Uncle Jon would have showed him how to do. In fact, when my husband and I started dating, Jon was getting ready to deploy; my husband is yet another part of me who will never have had the chance to meet my brother.
Last year I had a nationwide favor to ask of all my blogging buddies. I wanted people to pledge miles for my brother. Running, walking, cycling, hiking – you name it. If it was physical exertion, it counted. No amount was too small. Over a three day weekend, runners everywhere pledged over 300 miles.
This year, I chose the weekend prior to my brother’s death for the 3 day pledge [nov. 9, 10, 11]. I would love for you to be a part of this. Heck, you can just pledge your walk to the mailbox and I will count it. Jon did not like running. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise me to learn that just before mandatory PT he would have taken a last puff off a cigarette before stretching for a ‘damn run’. He never understood my love for it, and would often jokingly ask who was chasing me.
So… who’s in??