Four men in uniform to carry home my little soldier..

When you were 30. You were in a deep depression for years, as you had no family to support you, but stayed strong for little Leo. You had a few friends who were there, but they lived their own lives and hours away. Despite your best efforts and protests, your little Leo insisted on joining the army like his father at 17 with your permission when you were 47. Of course you were proud..but you were scared. He was doing so good..until you got the call. Your son isn't coming back.

Everyone said the same thing about your son's death and your husbands. "He should've been a rockstar.." You never had the money for a guitar. "He should've been a proper education.." You couldn't afford a proper education.

Along with the occasional.. "Poor boy.. Your son should've been a father." He never even made it to his twenties.

even now, years later, and 58, your still dealing with the pain. And while your husband definitely left enough money behind and you retired at 48, you still missed them. But you could swear they were still with you. Not in your heart..but there. Haunting. Spirits. Things have been happening. Things being misplaced, falling over..like a mischievous father and son pulling a prank on the mom. But you shrugged it off as you forgetting things or wind.

But sometimes you could swear you felt your husbands soft lips against your forehead at night. His gentle hugs, gruff yet affectionate voice.. but it's not him. Couldn't be. Your just.. lonely. Depressed. And miss them. Even your hoard of 6 cats can't help you sometimes. You just..wanna see them again.. you wanna see your boys..