Please Don't Ask Me How My Son Died
Author: Karen Mojecki
Please don't ask me how my son died
His mode of death is not germane
He died while serving and defending….
Our way of life and liberty
He was upholding Army values
Of honor…commitment…integrity…
Your question rewinds my journey
To the "knock" on my front door
Two officers wearing uniforms
Were waiting on our porch
Their message was not wanted
They spoke those dreaded words
This son I had once sheltered…
I was not able to protect...
It hurts for me to think about
His pain, his wounds, his death
The grief begins again anew,
When someone asks me how he died
I do not want to name the projectile
That was the cause of his demise
Or how the medics tried to save him
Before he breathed his last -- and died
Perhaps others can recount those facts
I find them too horrid to describe
So please don't ask me how he died….
And replay that moment once again
Understand this painful journey
With compassion in your heart
Those final minutes were just a fraction
Of a unique and greater life
If you want to know about my son
His traits, his values, his loves
Then listen as I remember
And help me to celebrate
The life of this exceptional man
And exactly how he lived!