I was reminded today of a beautiful man's beautiful story -- and it came to me from an email link I didn't recognize and almost deleted. Something guided me to not to.
There was the warm face, the dazzling smile and eyes that had seen and lived and gave so much to so many.
I recall trying to be comforted in so many ways in years gone by and since, and on certain days or during difficult times, and then, comfort came to me. And still does.
An "Army brat", for sure, I often think of how my own Dad not only loved and shared his ways with me, but also his training, in small, easier, but certainly immeasurable ways.
And, I believe, they taught them to pack provisions for those long hikes, away from base, for a reason. Prioritize, food and supplies for energy and self-care, and even to share, and with "kids" along the way, always happy to see them, whether or not they were handing out chocolate bars.
I'm hoping your husband, your Dad, your Grandpa, Great-grandpa, loved-one, "brother", knew (as I hope my own Dad did), that we would carry on their tradition of Faith and courage, even in times of the unknown, smile because we can, and help us to carry on.
I believe he already has done that for you and I hope, if you haven't yet, you will soon start "seeing" him, handing out "treats" so to speak, to the "kids" along the way. And maybe in ways you don't expect.
Maybe even his hand, not yours, on the steering wheel of the car you are driving one evening, when you're feeling a little like you wish he was there, even at your age.
God bless you, Mr. Cuccurullo and all your family.
May you rest in peace, and come around this way when you can.
