A sad, rainy day

I didn't know Karen Clifton. I wish I had so I could have said "thank you" before it was too late. She was a girl from Mt. Zion who was killed last week in Iraq. From all accounts, she was happy to be in the Army and felt that she was doing important work. She died doing something she really believed in. I don't know how I feel about the war. I hate to see people--especially our soldiers--being killed. I do know that I support the people that are over there trying to do the right thing for all of us. I also know that my heart is breaking for the Clifton family. As a mother, I cannot imagine losing a child--ever. I'm sure it meant a lot to them today to see hundreds of people lined up along the highway in Mt. Zion to welcome Karen home. I ended up going the opposite direction of the procession so I pulled over (so did everyone else, thank goodness!) And sat in my car until it was ready to pass by me. It was pouring down rain and I didn't have an umbrella but it seemed wrong to sit in my car while it was going by. When this girl gave up her life for our country it seemed pretty trivial to get soaked in the rain. I cried and cried and I still cry when I start thinking about that poor family and all the other families who have gone through the same thing. Please keep them in your prayers.