Dried eyes and a sore jaw (from nervously grinding my teeth) are the product of my afternoon burying a dear friend's brother. In the midst of the North Georgia Mountains, we gathered in the most perfect late summer weather to hear the rounds shot and the trumpet's song. The death of a soldier, the death of a friend. My personal political and religious opinions aside, it was all very touching, intense, and inspiring. The Patton family is one I wish to emulate in my years to come. Boundary-less, sincere, and a love that made me feel as a part of their family.
Always, always. We'll miss you Chris.