I sat down to write a post about family, friends, and everything that I am thankful for this holiday season and it all seemed kind of off. Empty. My thoughts keep trailing to this past weekend where I watched as one of my very closest friends and her family buried their father. It was sudden. And unexpected. And so very, very hard.

It was hard not just because the world lost a great man who touched the lives of so many, but because of the pain, suffering and grief the void has left. Watching these women who over the years have provided such strength and guidance mourn and grieve, has been one of the most difficult things I've ever experienced.

Through my tears over the past few days, however, I can't help but break into smile. You see, this great man was a Vietnam Veteran. He had cheated death time and time again. It was his time, and he knew. He had a funny way of always knowing.

On Monday morning, as Jefferson Barracks opened before us, the sacred ground in which so many of his brothers lie for eternity, I couldn't help but think that he had been waiting for this honor. As the bugle played and the shots rang out, we all stood a little taller. A little prouder. To have known a man as loyal to his country and his family is a great honor indeed. When the flag was presented to his widow the crowd was racked with sobs. Audible wailing. There was no stopping it. I watched as she clung to those stars and bars as if she were saying goodbye to him for the last time. Perhaps she was.

Later that afternoon a friend and mother of two asked what I would do if one of my sons wanted to join the armed forces. I didn't hesitate in my answer. I can think of no more honorable an act.

And so today, while I am thankful for my family, my children, our health, a roof above our heads, and our wonderful friends, I am most thankful for the United States Military. For those men and women who volunteer to serve our country bravely, proudly and tirelessly. For those individuals who believe in democracy and protecting the rights and freedoms enjoyed by all Americans, even when the mission is hard and, at times, a bit blurry.

For Matt Caras, for Dan Brooks, for Angel Rodriguez, for Matt Dolan, for Mark Parcells, for Rodney Frey, for Larry Lukens, for Joe DesJardins, and for Bill Hartrich, who served and continue to serve with an unparalleled honor and bravery. I thank you. My children thank you. And your Country thanks you.

Happy Thanksgiving. May we never forget the sacrifice that these brave men and women give to protect us all.