You know, it really stinks to watch people struggle and fight to live for almost a year, only to be told that they are too “weak” to handle any more surgeries and die. It’s hard to watch their family try to cope with such a traumatic loss while being supported by thousands of caring people. Every person you lose, it feels like you lose part of yourself.
Rest in peace, Sgt. Jarboe.
“If you ain’t Cav, you ain’t shit!”
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The best thing I know how to do is to work hard to carry their memory forward… and to honor it. I’ve lost too many friends… and sometimes I find myself wondering what they would think about a decision I was contemplating. It doesn’t make their loss any easier… but I do my best to pay them respect.
Yeah. I try. Thank you.