Many years ago,when I was young and beautiful, I met a man. My forever man! We fell madly in love and married.

Unfortunately, my husband was called to serve in Vietnam. Before he was walking out the door, I handed him my red scarf.Hold it close to your heart. Let it be a reminder of how much I love you!💕

Wrote him a letter every day, expressing how much I loved him.He wrote back as often as he could. His letters, were as poetic as Cyrano de Bergerac.

Several weeks have past,no letters were in my mailbox. I became extremely worried.

I got a knock on the door, it’s two military men in uniform. The military men had a solemn look on their face. I knew why they were there. It’s never good news.

Sorry for your loss Mrs. Smith, your husband died a hero…

But ,we did find this red scarf in his pocket. He told his troop, it was a reminder,of the love he had for me.

My knees weakened, but I didn’t cry. I was in denial. I was too numb to shed a tear.

The red scarf was tattered and wrinkled. In my mind, I still smelled his scent . Tears bursting from my eyes uncontrollably. His remains were only the red scarf. With that scarf, I wiped my tears.

So,in his honor, I wear the red scarf every day. It is a reminder of how much I was loved.