I'm not even sure where to start. Monday will be 3 weeks since my entire existence was changed. I will never forget the night we found out. It is unfortunately ingrained in my soul now and just the mere memory of hearing the words of the notification officer is enough to bring me to tears.

The support that our small town offered was nothing shy of phenomenal. They did not turn out to support just us, but to show their support for every soldier. Hundreds of people lined the streets on 3 separate occassions. Strangers crying and holding flags honoring a fallen soldier.

I could never thank our friends and neighbors enough for the support that they offered and still offer to us. Without them, I'm not sure we could have made it through the first two weeks.

Christopher is buried just a few miles from home, in a poetic spot under a tree, but his real remains are forever in the hearts of those of us that loved him most: Me and my husband, his brothers and his wife.

We have started a scholarship in his name to ensure that once those mentioned above are gone, Christopher's name will live on.

More later...as the numbness fades and the feelings start to pour in.