1967
Three sons ~ five, six and seven years old
A daughter ~ newborn
vietnam ~ a secret never told
their father and i
the weight of worry
the lengths i journeyed
in an effort survive
so many conflicting emotions
fear. love. the need for control.
in face of uncertainty ~
my ritual:
crawling into bed each night
fully clothed
a symbol of the armor
i needed to protect myself
our children
ready to act when necessary
until his safe return