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The four of us siblings span 9 years, Jon being the oldest and Joshua the youngest; Benjamin and I sharing the dreaded middle child seat. For years no..
More» It has been five years since Bunnie Jacquay's son, Cody, died in Iraq. Since that time has passed, Bunnie has learned to lean on friends as she carri..
More» As Ryan stood there that night with his arms wrapped around my waist, looking reassuringly into my eyes, he promised..
More» My only child, Corporal Benjamin Kopp, an Army Ranger, died on July 18, 2009 of wounds he suffered during his third...
More» Three days after our son was killed, I walked the beach near our home, not knowing whether I had the physical strength to keep my legs moving...
More» A bucket list item that probably only a TAPS audience will appreciate was to visit "the spot" where my brother died. It's been 9 years and Iraq is st..
More» My grief is a lot like the great Atlantic. Far too vast to see the other side and much too deep to traverse on my own. Every day, I rise with the su..
More» It couldn’t have happened…but it did. It shouldn’t have happened…but it did. There it was, that wooden box that was holding my precious son, my only son...
More» I personally believe the 5 stages of grief is a load of hooey. You don’t pass through them and move to the next in a perfect order until you reach the..
More» Co-conspirators. Confidants. Comrades. Alternately friend and foe. Two apples from the very same tree. That was us, my brother and me…
More» My grief journey began when my older son Julian was killed in Iraq on May 22, 2007. I knew that I wanted to do something positive in his honor...
More» The 16th and 19th of next month will mark the 34th birthday and the 9th anniversary of my brother's death. It's a strange thought that he's now been g..
More» I am Michele. And I am a survivor. My story mirrors that of every other TAPS survivor. Someone I love died, and I'm writing my way through the grief..
More» Writing has always been my passion. It stirs my emotions and allows me to express myself more adequately than any other way. ..
More» Missing Max: Finding Hope After My Marine Son’s Death - Had I any previous vision of that title...
More» We've all heard the expression that freedom isn't free. That phrase became all too real to me on December 30, 2005.
More» It was a cold, dreary, wet November morning in Oregon. I’d just grabbed a pair of wool socks to ward off the cold when I heard the doorbell ring. I fe..
More» One of the things that someone said to me shortly after Matthew died in 2007 was...
More» The date is engraved on my heart. The awful day he died. Every year that date comes around again on the calendar, and for lack of anything better...
More» Gardening can be such a personal journey; it’s not just about planting a seed and ...
More» Grief feels a lot like winter. Winter is cloudy, overcast, and cold. The heavy, gray skies make you want to withdraw.
More» Every day, when I get to work and flip the switch on my computer, I come face to face with the image of Private First Class Cody Grater...
More» Ever since March 11, 2008, I have been teetering on the edge. On that day I received the heartbreaking news...
More» Life was simple when I was seven years old and people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Of course I knew! The answer was easy: a princess o..
More» I used to think life was an adventure. I had lived through so much in my few years...
More» My family has always loved Christmas, and it is a wonderful time of year...
More» Not many people can understand the full impact of opening the front door to find military casualty officers...
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