Today, we sat in a little cemetery on a hill, overlooking parts of your home town.  It was quiet, with just a little breeze, and in my head, I could hear you saying, " look Laura, it's perfect flying weather."  I held it all together, until the Airman, from Warren AFB, played Taps, and they brought me your folded flag.  Your boys cried, as they sat on either side, and for the first time ever, we will leave this town without you.  Good bye my love. May we meet again, on the other side of this life.