I write for my husband, Roger L. Adams, Jr. KIA 29 June 2009. Click HERE to read more.
I noticed this morning when I awoke that I had a missed call from the Wilmington Police Department. Of course, I felt my whole body become numb. My mind never races to the worst case scenario because it doesn’t have to. It’s always resting there, waiting.Continue reading “Forever Scarred. Day 204.”