What if you were invited back to the 30th reunion of your son’s graduation class at the United States Military Academy in West Point, New York? Instant acceptance, right?

What if your son, just eight years out of the military academy and on his way to a great leadership career as an Army officer, died in the most bizarre situation you could imagine  at age 29? The invitation was worded in such a kind way. There would be a memorial service during the weekend for those of the class of 1984 who had departed. That invitation was received this afternoon and, quite honestly, had me reeling from the moment I opened it.

Trust me on this–you NEVER get over it. This invitation only reminded me of that irrefutable fact.

Would you return to the scene of so many matchless moments of pride to be reminded of what might have been?

Just wondering what you would do?