About Me
My brother Bobby was truely my hero. When he went to Iraq in Feb of 2003, I thought I might go crazy. My sister and I both wanted to some how save him from the bad guys, talking irrationally about getting passports and possing as journalist and following him were ever he went and jump on top of him when any shooting broke out. To die saving my little brother would be an honor. It is my job to protect him, I'm his big sister. Even tho these thoughts never escaped my mind, of course they were just thoughts. I have a family of my own. Im happily married with four beautiful children. I carried my phone everywhere with me, I never left the house if I hadn't heard from him in a couple weeks, because I knew he would call within a week or two or three. And to miss that call would be devastating. And so he did what he did and then he came home for 2 weeks leave from Iraq. What a blessing, The fear of losing for all those months made it that much more easy to tell him how much we loved him and how proud of him we were. We fit as many good times in those 2 weeks as we could have, and then he was gone again. I remember a conversation we had on the phone one day, I was always so worried about I sometimes would go into panic attacks just think of the worst but always hide this from him. Until once I just couldnt stop myself from breaking down on the phone. I said Bobby, I just dont think that I could go on if something was to ever happen to you, theres just no way I could go on. And he said Yes you would sis, because you have three beautiful children that need you(My youngest wasnt born yet). That phone call will be in my memory for ever. However it wasn't the last, we would have many more and he finally made it home safely in March of 2004. And in the middle of May he came home for a month of leave. My children have always thought the world of their Uncle so we all had an amazing month. I think I took more pictures that month then of ever before. He fell in love with a girl that has always had a crush on him since she was 10 and he had always liked her also, so altho they only got together the last four days of his leave, they planned on being together as soon as he took he Sgt. training and took care of his reinlistment. He did make Sgt. but he died a few days later. He was driving his yellow Truimph crotch rocket on base at Ft. Hood Texas, and hit a telephone pole. He died instantly they say. He died on his girlfriends birthday. We didnt find out until the next day, When soldiers showed up at my mothers house and a state trooper. The rest is a blur, a big, bad, never ending nightmare. I had never lost someone so close to me before. And I dont wish the pain I felt on my worst enemy. The pain I still feel everyday. The saying time heals all wounds, still seems like a cruel sick joke to me, even 4 years after his death. But I do thank god for every moment that I spent with him. I thank god for answering my prayers and letting him come home safely from Iraq.I thank god for him....My little brother. My Hero.
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