The Soldier and the Squirrel introduces children to the Purple Heart

through a loving story of a friendship between a newly wounded soldier

and Rocky the squirrel with his backyard friends. This story began as a

blog during my first year in bed after my incident. With much

encouragement, it is now a book and has been placed in the

Ronald Reagan Presidential Library & Museum. Please watch the video

on the About page to learn for the Soldier & Rocky are changing children's






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Grief is when the world goes dark because a bit of its magic is gone. It is the obsession of what once was, and what will never be. It is pity for one's self because who we loved is gone. I should be relieved God's hand stretched out for her and took away her pain. But grief is too selfish for that. I need the dark to shed my tears and relive the moments of our lives. Images flicker on a screen in my mind. A sea of calm gets wrecked by waves of thought. A scent, a word, a song reminds me of her. I wonder if she is here. Watching me long for that chance to say goodbye.
The skin around my eyes is raw. Streaks stain my cheeks, stripping away the person I was before this changed my life. Because only in her death has God unveiled her magnificence - A truth known by all who loved her, now shared with the world.

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Michaela, thank you for letting us know about Lou's wishes. Do you know if there might possibly be a memorial service in Granbury, Texas as well?

February 4, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterKathy Smith

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