Our community, friends, family lost three young souls last weekend. Their bodies were cremated, buried, I know not what. Their spirits were remembered. I feel like I should yell at them. To get up, to come downstairs to help me. It's snowing, the dogs are coming in and out. I should put another rug down by the door. More wood needs to go on the fire. Who is ready for breakfast? Or should I just let them sleep. Who knows when they came in? Who knows when they went to sleep? I want a hug. It has been too long without one of their hugs. I miss my boys, all of them. I miss Bobby and Derick and all their friends. So many became one of mine in that first trip into the house. They called me Mom. I got on to them about something, they would hug me, say I know, I'm sorry, and give me a hug. Actually my two never did that because they knew it would not work, but the others did. I talked to Micah on facebook in December, about a month ago. My last words to him was you are a survivor, you will live to a hundred. In some ways he will. In fifty years, someone will be saying, do remember Micah, do you remember....And the same with Favio and I am sure the same with Ethan. For some of my young men, the path is not the military. For Shawn it was. He has been back on his base for a month. He would have been at that party. It was for Jordan's 21st birthday. In March it will be Micah's 22nd and Derick's 21st. Oh, how will the party happen without Micah and Favio there? It will be quieter, it will be fewer illegals hopefully, they will all be safe that night I pray. Hugs to all. For those who read this for information about the veterans than you for your "cooperation" while I grieve. God bless.