What do you do when you hurt for someone so badly--you see the pain and brokenness in their eyes and yet you can't "do" anything to fix their situation?
What do you do when you watch a widow walk up to her husband's casket and kiss it?
What do you do when you hear a father weeping at the site of his son returning home?
You don't "do" anything. You don't say anything. You stand by, you watch, you embrace the moment for everything it is and everything it represents. You cry and listen to others cry right alongside you.
This was my day today.
As soon as Dave's plane landed and started to make its way towards us, the tears just started coming. There's nothing I could have done to prepare for a moment like this. I didn't try and stop the tears or wipe them away. I just let them roll down my cheeks and stain my face. They felt like icicles. Although my hands were numb from the cold, my heart was alive with emotion. So full of emotion I couldn't say anything and it is even hard for me to express what I felt in words.
I watched the military personnel salute and give a Hero's Welcome to Capt. David Lyon. I watched as they lowered his casket, draped with the stars and stripes, from the plane and load it into a Humvee. I witnessed the family pay their respects to their son, husband, uncle, brother and friend.
Although we didn't know each other, we all knew Dave. We all loved him and still do. Dave touched each of us in a special way. He left an indelible mark on our hearts that will not be forgotten.
Thank you, Dave for sharing your life, your love and smile with us. We love you. Welcome home.