“My Son, My Father, My Brother, My Husband”
He goes by many names to so many, yet is the same person. He is loved by so many in so many different ways. He could be your son, he may be your father, maybe he is your brother, or the husband you have always wanted. Yet with all this love, he is so far away. Hours and days go by thinking of him, he is your hero, he is your strength, he is the air that fills your lungs, yet he is so far away. You read his letters and hear his voice, yet still he is so far away.
There are times you can swear you feel his presence beside you and his unmistakable scent, yet miles upon miles separate you. He is a son to loving parents who love him unconditionally. It’s a love undying. A parent’s sadness no other knows unless your son is behind bars. Parents are hero’s in that they continue to live as a piece inside dies. My hat truly tips to them.
For a child whose father is locked up it’s a feeling of not understanding why daddy is not home anymore, or is there to say goodnight. The man they hung on to and asked advice. The man who played catch with or taught them to fish. The man who was there along on that first bike ride. The man who met his daughters date at the door with suspicious eyes. The man who picked you up and smiled at you. The man so far away.
For a sibling it’s the pain knowing their little or big brother is enduring something they can only imagine or have seen on TV. It’s the memories of Christmas spent in a childhood full of hopes and dreams. It’s that person you may have told on to mommy or daddy, that brother who had a magical way of making you so mad. It was that brother who stood up for you against others. That brother who looked after his little or big sisters no matter what.
For a wife, he is the man they have chosen to stay together with through thick and thin, good and bad, happy or sadness. He is someone you feel at night beside you although he is so far away. He is the man who gives you hope when hope is no longer there. The man who makes you smile with a phone call or a letter. The man you would go to war for and not think twice.
You all love him the same but in different ways. For some he will be coming home soon, while for others the dream continues. A dream you must never give up on. A dream that must live in you all. All of you can only do what you can do if that makes sense. Most of you continue to go to work and take care of children, some of you struggle with your own demons on top of the pain within.
I hope these simple words I have composed tonight hit each of you in the way you want it to affect you. Your fight continues and no one can really know the pain each of you are going through. It’s easy for me to sit here and type away, but these words do have feeling even for me. I truly feel for each and every one of you in your own battle within.
You are stronger than you think and this battle is very winnable, it’s up to you if you will let it beat you or you will kick its butt. He, that man, your son, your father, your brother, your husband needs you to be strong for yourself, but also for them. He may not say it, but you are he’s hero too. Fight the good fight and stay the course.