2 years. My brother, American Hero.

Today marks two years from the day that our world was shattered. To others it’s just another day. Most have forgotten and most have gone on without the pain we have had to carry. That’s to be expected. It wasn’t their loss, it was ours and it’s been a loss that has devastated our family. As I sat at the dinner table about to eat a sandwich, while I was 9 months pregnant, I received one single phone call… a phone call that dropped me to my kness. The pain that ensued that night has never been felt before. My fun loving, hilarious, caring, strong and amazing brother…GONE! How could that have happened was all I asked.

The best way to describe our life now is through shattered glass. When someone drops a glass, the pieces go every which way. You try to find every little piece and then you try as hard as you can to put them all back in the right spot. However, no matter what you do, it will never be what it was before. There are cracks and there are places missing glass. The glass now shows the affects of being broken. That is our family. We will never be whole again. We are lost, we are hurting, we still cry, and yet we have to somehow manage to live a daily life without someone who truly meant the world to us in it. How? How do you that? Honor. It’s my only answer. I promised to honor my brother that day he was taken from us. He gave his life for our freedom and it’s not something to be taken lightly. When he woke up that Wed., he didn’t plan on going to be with Jesus. However, the Lord had other plans. We all know that at any given moment our time on this earth could end. As much as I know he wasn’t ready to go, I know he knew where he was going. It brings me much comfort in knowing that. It also helps me to know that I know I will one day see him again. I too know where I am going and when that day comes I will welcome it with open arms and be reunited with my adorable brother, whom I miss more than can be described with words. Until then, My family and I will continue to HONOR him. It is not easy ,but we do it with PRIDE. Pride for him and pride for the all the men and women who have given their lives so that we may remain the land of the FREE!

SGT Paul E Dumont Jr. – Forever Missed and Always Loved! Not a day easier.
Sept. 19, 1985 - Aug. 19, 2009
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