The night before the burial of her husband’s body, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of “Cat,” and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. “I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it,” she said. “I think that’s what he would have wanted.”
This made me cry. I’m way too sensitive to this kind of thing. I’m just going to pretend that Marines don’t die and keep on my merry little way. It took several months for me to reassure myself that NO, he’s not going to die during basic. He’s not going to die out at the DLI. He’s not going to die learning dialects and shit for 6 months in Texas. After he finishes up studying in Texas, I’ll go through another couple of months of HOLYSHITFUCK YOU’RE DEPLOYING MUST PRAY NOVENAS CONSTANTLY.
I can’t imagine him dying. I just…I don’t know. I can’t.