17 years ago tonight the only man that ever really loved me died.
He was a veteran and committed suicide. Something men and women are still doing today, averaging 22 lives per 24 hours.
The solution to military suicide is simple. Stop War. Sadly simple rarely wins.
Steven went into the military partially broken. What happened while he was there was too much. He only told me by accident one night when he was too drunk to stop himself.
I tried to save him. On several occasions I stopped him. But on November 11, 1997 he succeeded in ending his pain.
He was in every way the tiger. I was the wolf. This is how we understood each other.
It means nothing to others. It meant everything to us.
I have made peace with his death because I know before he died he knew what it meant to be truly loved. He gave me the same thing. Pain is sadly often stronger. I learned the lesson that love was not enough. I've never forgotten it.
Recently I was reminded of Steven and how deep pain can go when Matt Littrell rode through Mountainair, New Mexico on horseback as he and his friends ride to California from the Atlantic in honor of all veterans who have died or are thinking about killing themselves.
Matt reminded me of Steven just a bit. He also reminded me that there is nothing more important in this life than finding purpose and meaning.
I've carried Steven with me never forgetting that. Matt carries others with him.
Matt chose to live and for that I want to honor him both for his courage and for his message.
In honor of both Steven and Matt I hope you will watch and share this message, post, and video as Matt gets ever closer to his goal of reaching the shores of California.
With love and many blessings may all who wake up this morning choose life.