February

February the month most people just think of as valentines day, or a loved ones bday or just another month of winter, But for people that lost the great guy in Schuyler Patch know its a month we used to love,He would be 31 this month.. Would be.. Sounds heart breaking doesn't it? and trust me it is. Schuyler was a Son,A Brother,a Uncle,a Best Friend a friend,a hard worker,etc and most importantly a HERO.. Schuyler was a Soldier,he was My friend. So every year this month gets to me, I recall his smile,his laugh his hugs.. Everything but that's nothing different then the days that go by on the other 11 months of the year.. But February is different its his bday month its also the same month we would find out he wouldn't be coming home..Alive.. Each year since hes passed i try my hardest not to cry, this year 6 years, is no differnt i well do my best to be the one smiling as he always told me I had a smile that people would fall in love with, But as each passing year it gets harder not seeing his face,not hearing his voice on the other end of my phone,or get one of those hugs that would wrap me in so tight that felt like he was holding on to me for dear life,

This Picture is our first and Only pic we had together,It was the day I came home and asked my mother to take me to see Schuyler he was working as he did most times with his dad at his Glass Shop, When he saw me his face lit up and I got a hug that would squeeze so Tight that i was sure Id have no breath left in me. We talked a little and promised to see each other again since i was home for a week,But since he was working I didn't want to hold them up,I asked what about a pic of us together since we don't have any he Smiled the smile that made my stomach flip flop, He said of course anything for you,He pulled me in tight and held me tight while my mom took our pic... Before i left that garage he gave me another hug that made my stomach flop again ..

That same night he called as I visiting family,he wanted company as he was doing some paper work for the Army and I said well get my moms vehicle and come up there. We visited for a few hours alone,talking about everything we could,enjoying each others company and knowing that we could and did tell each other everything about one another.

When I left that Night he hugged me,and gave me a sweet kiss,from that night on we talked to each other daily,and I went back to my home in Vegas. As life for me got crazier at work i still would wait up to hear from him,as i worked the graveyard shift we would instant message on yahoo every night..As he was back over seas,He was the guy that would listen when I needed it and I was the girl he said Never asked him how it felt to kill someone,or how bad it really was over there.. 

I told him i would never ask,and I never did, I told him if he wanted to tell me he would and most times he did, .. The day he died, I lost a piece of my heart, I had never lost someone to war,and losing him was unthinkable.. 

Here I am 6 Years Later, I still have the Memories of him,our conversations,Everything..

 our 6th annual Memorial Ride (the first year I got to ride it was just AWESOME)

 No Matter how long your gone,how long we well miss u there well never Be another SCHUYLER PATCH ..

I'll look at this month every year as the Month to celebrate his bday,and to Celebrate the life he led.All the Memories we shared,never ever forgoten WE ALL MOVE ON...BUT WE NEVER FORGET ,.....