by Taryn Davis, Executive Director
American Widow Project
6 boxes are all that is left of my husband. One filled with his socks, another with his uniforms, and another with every card or photo he had received. Three more contain his books, sheets, and other military effects.
I remember when the boxes arrived, I sat there so anxious to see what was left of my baby. Opening each one I had no clue what I would see. Cautiously, I lifted the lids of the hard black containers. Continue reading “1…2…3…4…5…6… (military widow)”