Tears for the loss of loved ones, not all mine, but as if they were.
You ask me if this was written from the heart?
Yes, you are right about it being from the heart.
It was at a time when our country mourned the death of Chris Kyle.
It was the night before his funeral.
I sit there watching the flag with tears and an urge to do something for three days.
When the light shone upon the flag that night, it came to me.
I jumped in my car and drove over to the bank, and sat under the flag,
watching the raindrops sliding down her stripes and onto the abyss below.
I had it in my mind what to write at that moment.
Driving the few blocks to my apartment,
it was pouring out of me nice and steady like the rain coming down.
As I sat there rereading it, the rain was picking up outside my window,
and my tears sliding down my cheeks were without end.
The pain was as heartfelt as if it were my own.
It was as if I had lost an uncle, brother, cousin, or my own son.