Franklin Marine LCpl Shayne M Cabino
19, KIA Al Karmah, Iraq 10-06-05
You called the house like you did every week when you came back in. Time was different there, but you knew momma would be in the kitchen and you could always catch us. You always did. Never once did you miss the chance to say, or hear I love you. You were going to clear some roadways. You would call again when you got back in, but you wanted to call now. You talked to me. I could sense the uneasiness in you. You always told momma everything and now I know that you just wanted to protect me from the reality that you may very well die. You mostly wanted to talk to "daddy" Tony, the daddy who has raised you since you were one. He never did share with me that conversation, even before we lost him too. I got the phone back and we talked for a little bit. That was the last phone call you would ever make. The last words I ever heard from you were "I love you mommy. " The last words you heard from me were "I love you Shay, stay safe. " I don't want it to be 8 years. It feels like for the last 8 I have been numb and this haunting finality wants to fill me with its presence. I sit at the cemetery, in my heart knowing that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. Yet the little boys body that I held and love lies in the ground before me. I watch the rain drops beating down on the windshield of my truck, pretty much like the tears forever in my heart. Never will I make peace with the loss of you, or daddy for that matter, until the day I get to hold you both once again in my arms. I love you Shay Matt, I love you?