Recalling our cherished moments is not an option at all.
Your effortless smile & warm hugs are too painful to reminisce.
Wait. Let me recover from the catastrophe,
How did I lose the father to my son and the son to my father?
And to me, you ask?
To me, you were the face I always longed to see, months together.
But was my longing not enormous enough this time?
You have returned only as ashes and your red guitar pick.
Your precious, precious guitar pick.
It lies safely with me now.
It will remind me that you were more than your uniform.
It will remind our country that they lost a son who had a heart full of love & life.
It will remind the world that you were a thriving human as ordinary as a civilian and as extraordinary as a martyr and that your unwavering devotion to your duty did not imply that death is commonplace at our homes.