Living with a veteran of war is an experience not many have a chance to observe up close and personal-like, but I do.
Here is what I’ve seen:
A man with regrets.
A man of sorrow.
A man with grit.
A man unafraid.
A man with dues to pay.
A man of faith.
My man is a man of laughter.
A man who is truly free.
A man who seeks peace.
A man not afraid to fight.
A man who loves.
He’s a man who picks up hitch-hikers.
A man who will help you, no matter who you are or what you need.
A man I can respect, love, and follow.
Someone who loves a practical joke, but not in a mean way.
My husband is this man and so much more. He’s earned the right to be respected by others. He’s earned the right to his peace. He’s put his life on the line for many, even as he forfeited his youth, his hearing, the comfort of home and hearth, and his ability to sleep through the night without experiencing horrific nightmares that plague him and try to steal away his serenity while he lays dormant, unable to defend himself.
My Bob is a tough ole bird, but he melts when he holds his grandchildren. He would take a bullet for them in a second, without a thought. He would seriously harm anyone who harmed them. Anyone! He says that and he means it!
My husband loves his family! In fact, He believes they saved him from an early grave. I believe it too, but I know that with all we have done for him, Jesus has done the better work. He gave Mr hope, purpose, and a way of redemption. Now, Bob offers that same hope to others.
Today, for some reason I’m thinking of my honey and missing him more than usual. Bob Hoose, I love you!!!
What has your mate done to make the world a better place? How can you honor him today?