13 months ago today, I lost my big brother. He was fighting in Iraq. We were best friends. We did everything together. He taught me how to ride a bike and how to catch a fish. I was his only sister. My family was devastated when we lost Ryan. Every day, I walk into what used to be his room. I take the chain with his tags on it, I hold it tight, and I pray. For him, for his friends, for my family, for the other soldiers. And this morning, I did the same. And I think I finally came to terms with the fact that he's not coming home. So I decided to do something in his honor. I made 19 boxes, one for each year he lived, and I filled them with his favorite things. I looked up some other families of soldiers named Ryan, And I sent the packages to them. Nobody knows that I sent these except for me (and you). There are no return address labels. But I hope that the families that receive these boxes can smile and be thankful for all that their son/ brother/ best friend has given to this wonderful country.
Happy Memorial Day everyone.