The weekend has come and gone in a flash it seems. Tomorrow’s already Monday and it’s Memorial Day. I miss my sister, my Lindsey, she passed away while serving in the military and ever since then I have not been the same. My life changed when my bestie was taken, but I try not to think about how she went rather how she lived.
Lindsey was a nerd and she’d admit to it proudly. She was home schooled, loved God and loved her comics, her parents, and conventions. The loudest person on Earth was her, she looked quiet but oh boy you couldn’t let her pretty little face deceive you. I never played cards with her but I’d like to think she would have kicked my butt, literally.
I could write so much about her, it makes me smile, till I stop and remember she’s not here personally to throw her boots at me for cutting her hair. Priceless. Once in a lifetime.
The moment I met Lindsey in bootcamp, I knew I was in for trouble, but God never prepared me to live without her. She looked weird with short hair, and was skinny with a childish smile, how she passed the entrance exam I’d later find out. And by later I meant as soon as she opened her mouth. Words I never heard before came out, I thought another language was being spoken she should have classified for NUKE not corpsman, but I fell in love with my long lost sister at that very moment. We enlisted with the buddy system, thus attached at the hip we became, and our mama Maritza tried her hardest to seperate us, but the harder she fought the more she became entangled with us. The three musketeers were born in division 918.
So little time felt like my entire life with her by my side.
I know she made her parents proud, and her dad would give anything to hold his daughter in his arms again. This is for you Lindsey James, HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY and thank you, there will never be enough praise from me about you.
Happy Memorial Day to all those fallen men and women. God bless