I stopped at our favorite breakfast place, and had breakfast.
It took everything I had to avoid choking up, right in front of her.
I thanked her, went to my car, composed myself—and started driving to the cemetery.
But I can’t do it.
So now I’m sitting on the side of the road, sharing this with all of you.
And honestly—it’s taking me quite a while to write it.
But why am I sharing this with you?
Because someone buying me breakfast today nearly reduced me to tears.
Because you have no idea what these men and women wrestle with.
And because a kind gesture—just might save a life.