My Old Friend
I filmed a story today about a man who was killed in Iraq. Little did I know it would instigate feelings I had not felt for sometime. I remember my old friend Kyle Ryan Stegman. He did not fight in any war, nor was he any savior for the United States, but he meant something to me. Kyle was a brave man and not afraid to tell the truth no matter what it cost. Kyle would never would harm any living being he said, unless it could fight back. He was very good at reminding me that I should loosen up and enjoy life for what it is rather than what I though it was. We all see things a little distorted sometimes.
As I filmed this man’s mother crying about the son she lost in Iraq I was bereaved for her, since the man had fought for my freedom and my safety. I’m not sure how or what the correllation between Kyle and this man, but for some reason I felt as if I could empathise with this woman because of what I experienced so many years ago. She lost someone dear to her and knows that he is okay with God now. I can only pray that all those men and women will be remembered the way I remember Kyle…Not afraid to be happy. Kyle if you’re out there reading this from somewhere, I miss you man. It’s hard to think what life would be like with you here. I know it would be a world of difference. But I would love it nonetheless.
Aaron
on October 14th, 2007 at 6:18 am
Hi Aaron. I doubt you remember me, but my name is Carrie and I used to date Kyle several years back. My best friend who has been through a similar situation, and I were talking about our parents tonight and the differences in how they handled our loss. Somehow by that conversation I came across this site. Sorry to bother you, but I want you to know that you’re not alone in feeling feelings of grief at “random” times. I also want you to know that I always looked up to you.