There are those who don’t know us who say we were a perfectly normal middle class military family, but those closest to us knew better. As every small town Virginia family did, we had family portraits taken every year, sent out the generic “I’m sending you this to make you feel like I care” Christmas cards to family we haven’t seen in a decade or so, my parents even attended a PTA meeting or two every year.
What people read in the newspapers painted the picture of a perfect family, torn apart by an incident no one would ever think or assume would happen. To them, it was out of nowhere- to me, it was a bomb that was building since I was born, one that I never thought would explode. But, it did, and it destroyed everything in its path.