My daughter mailed my birthday present one week before she was killed overseas. I couldn’t open it for almost a year. When I finally did, I discovered she had left me something far more precious than a gift—she had prepared a future for me.
My daughter Katie was my only child. Every year on my birthday, no matter where the Army had stationed her, something arrived at my front door. Sometimes it was flowers. …
My daughter mailed my birthday present one week before she was killed overseas. I couldn’t open it for almost a year. When I finally did, I discovered she had left me something far more precious than a gift—she had prepared a future for me. Read More
