I miss my brother. I miss him more than the tears can even begin to count. I lie awake on nights and think of him. His laughter, the new memories, the old memories, the what ifs and the reunion that will eventually happen. I just miss him. It's so unbelievably hard to imagine a future without him even though that is what is happening right now. Our hearts break into pieces with each thought of that. Why did this have to happen to him.. to us? And then I think, it happened to so many and we are no different. God has a plan. He used Paul for many reasons and if he turned one person to Christ then what a testimony he left. Life is not easy. There will always be pain, there will always be mourning and there will always be sadness. However, I want Paul to know that I'm living a life he would love. I'm going to continue livin' the dream.
His death has changed me/us on many levels. Life is short. You are not promised tomorrow or any day after. Why waste another minute? You were given one life and I suggest you live it wisely, and in that case.. we will. Paul was one for fun, for adventure, for thrill and last minute craziness. It's the reason we bonded. He was nuts and I loved him for that. He brought laughter and smiles to everyone he met. I will honor him, I will share his stories, and I will never let him die. We, as a family, will live the life we always envisioned. We will travel to memorials to teach our kids, to honor him and to share our patriotism for this country. He will live on through each of us. Freedom is not free and it's time our country comes to realize this.
My brother, Sgt Paul Dumont Jr.
9.19.85 - 8.19.09