Buffy and her husband (currently named Porter, but I am not stuck on that name...) met in high school. They married after his deployment with the Army. As Porter's time in the Army was cycling down and the discharge paperwork was in the works, he was able to be stationed at the Umatilla Army Depot just outside of their hometown.
After Porter left the Army, as so many to, he joined the Army National Guard. One night, during his Annual Training, a call came in and he was sent to the now-closed and decaying UAD in order to investigate some reports of suspicous activity. He never came home.
Buffy, eagerly awaiting Porter's return from his two weeks away, answered a knock at the door late one night. She found an Army Chaplain and Pepper, the OARNG Supply Sergeant and a good friend, standing on her doorstep holding a cardboard box. Inside the box, was a gallon-sized jug containing all that was left of her husband.
Four days later, we meet Buffy as she sits on the side of a hill, trying desperately to find the strength to let Porter go. She is numb inside, not even able to find the strength to cry any more. When her friend Red comes to help them with a situation involving the new FBI agent in town, the only thing she can do is shrug her shoulders, return Porter's urn to her backpack, and follow her.
So, I'm supposed to write something about myself. Well, I am a Christ-follower, first and foremost; then a wife, now of 14 years; then a mom to a very busy almost-10-year-old; and then a writer. All of that, unfortunately, means my writing sometimes gets pushed to the back burner.
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