Letters Home from the Garden of Stone

As I looked up at the "so called" super moon we had the other night. It reminded me of  the times when I used to gaze at that same moon  and wonder where exactly my brother was at that moment. Was he in the mountains of Afghanistan...... in a tank.... on a mission...... gaurding the base.... in combat? As I would admire the beautiful twinkling stars, I would picture him looking up at them too. My heart would fill with worry. Was he scared.... lonely...... did he have any regrets...did he agree with his mission..... what all did he see? I know I will always wonder.... but I know I'll never ask.


"Letters from the Garden of Stone" by Everlast will always make me think of my brother.