When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if we meet again, you will know me. It means that even after I die, you can still see my face and hear my voice and speak to me in your heart. For as long as you remember me, I am never entirely lost. — Frederick Buechner
As many of you know, my brother Tom was killed 14 October 2007 while serving in Iraq. Tom's family, friends, and supporters have spent the months since that day finding new ways to spread his story and preserve his memory. There have been memorials attended, scholarships presented– even ATV rides organized! Lots of tears and lots of smiles – and lots of healthy healing.
Some of you are aware that Tom kept a blog of his experiences while in school at West Point and the years and memories since then, including Ranger School and a deployment to Iraq. This last fall, I learned of a way to capture his journals in a physical, tangible way ? and I contacted Blurb.com to make it happen. I got in touch with a book designer, and 3 months and 364 pages later ? we have Green to Grey to Gold: this be me.