I miss you. It isn't getting any easier especially knowing that you would of been coming home last month with your unit. May you rest in peace and know that you will never be forgotten. xoxox
Joe is a very dear friend of our family And I consider him a brother. He is a great guy and An awsome father and husband to his family! He will be missed dearly! We will never forget him and hold him in our hearts! WE LOVE AND MISS YOU SO MUCH BRO!
This evening I thought of you and your wonderful way of getting us through 9-11 and the gulf war...WISH YOU WERE HERE now to get us through the election. Your sorely missed.
A life well-lived doesn't end any more than the music ends, it echoes through time with whispers of beauty and grace. If we listen, we can hear the encore with our hearts, for the song plays on, just as love lives on. Just remember that grief cannot take away the happiness you shared, that sorrow will fade in time, but love rermains forever.~~ Cora Meyer, Louisville, Ky.
Hero makes ultimate sacrifice. This young made a sacrifice not for himself but for his country and people who love freedom all over the world. America will truly miss this fine young man. Godspeed to his family and thank you Mr. Hardy for making America safe.~~Robert Bowling~~U.S. Army Veteran~~WWII~~Louisville , Ky.
I was that which others did not want to be. I went where others failed to go, and did what others failed to do. I asked nothing from those who gave nothing, and reluctantly accepted the thought of eternal loneliness....should I fail. I have seen the face of terror; felt the stinging cold of fear; and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moments love. I have cried, pained, and hoped....but most of all, I have lived times others would say was best forgotten. At least someday I will be able to say that I was proud of what I was....a sailor.~~Ed Meyer~~ U.S. Navy Petty Officer (WWII Veteran)
There beside a grave she stands, a folded flag clutched in her hands. A silent teardrop on her face, her brave young child has entered grace. She does not hear the sermon said, just memories run through her head. The child she held so long ago, the child with faith she let go. The child who heard the nation's call, and in the end gave it all, without fear or thoughts of self, thoughts of freedom and little else. The bugle sounds TAPS in the wind, a mournul sound it does send. A reminder to us all, that for freedom, this price was paid, and her sweet young to rest was laid.~~May GOD and comfort you tonight and every night for the rest of your life.~~Norma Meyer-Coan, Louisville, Ky.
It makes no difference the color of skin – all blood bleeds red – and souls go to heaven, what made these men different was their courage to protect a great nation – people – FREEDOM! Rest in peace my brother .
It makes no difference the color of skin – all blood bleeds red – and souls go to heaven, what made these men different was their courage to protect a great nation – people – FREEDOM! Rest in peace my brother .
It makes no difference the color of skin – all blood bleeds red – and souls go to heaven, what made these men different was their courage to protect a great nation – people – FREEDOM! Rest in peace my brother .
It makes no difference the color of skin – all blood bleeds red – and souls go to heaven, what made these men different was their courage to protect a great nation – people – FREEDOM! Rest in peace my brother .
It makes no difference the color of skin – all blood bleeds red – and souls go to heaven, what made these men different was their courage to protect a great nation – people – FREEDOM! Rest in peace my brother .
It makes no difference the color of skin – all blood bleeds red – and souls go to heaven, what made these men different was their courage to protect a great nation – people – FREEDOM! Rest in peace my brother .
It makes no difference the color of skin – all blood bleeds red – and souls go to heaven, what made these men different was their courage to protect a great nation – people – FREEDOM! Rest in peace my brother .
It makes no difference the color of skin – all blood bleeds red – and souls go to heaven, what made these men different was their courage to protect a great nation – people – FREEDOM! Rest in peace my brother .
There beside a grave she stands, a folded flag clutched in her hands. A silent teardrop on her face, her brave young child has entered grace. She does not hear the sermon said, just memories run through her head. The child she held so long ago, the child with faith she let go. The child who heard the nation's call, and in the end gave it all, without fear or thoughts of self, thoughts of freedom and little else. The bugle plays TAPS in the wind, a mournful song it does send. A remimder to us all, that for freedom this price was paid, and her sweet young to rest was laid.~~ Norma Meyer-Coan, Louisville, Ky.
I was that which others did not want to be. I went where others feared to go, and did what others failed to do. I asked nothing from those who gave nothing, and reluctantly accepted the thought of eternal loneliness....should I fail. I have seen the face of terror; felt the stinging cold of fear; and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moments love. I have cried, pained, and hoped...but most of all, I have lived times others would say were best forgotten. At least someday I will be able to say that I was proud of what I was...a soldier.~~Deepest sympathy. ~~Stevie Coan, Louisville, Ky.
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May the grace of God, the love of Jesus, and the peace of the Holy Spirit be with you and your family forever.