My daughter and her high school friends had a little piece of their hearts broken yesterday.
Paul was killed in Afghanistan.
When I heard he was joining the military, I said "Oh NO, they'll suck the life and creativity right out of him".
I couldn't picture him as a soldier. He was an artist and a poet.
The first time I met him, he was working in a grocery store. He came up to Alli and me, stuck out his hand and said "Allison, introduce me to your mother, HI! I'm Paul!" I liked him. I'm mad and I'm sad. I go back and forth as to whether I'm more mad or more sad.
Alli still has pictures stored on her computer and in her memory of the boy who has stood in our living room and walked with them on a beach on Cape Cod.