With a Heavy Heart

There are moments in life that you will remember always...some are the pause and savor kind, like the ones we post on Fridays, while others are the kind you would rather look away from. My little town appears to be quite on the map this week. We lost a soldier, a young man, Private Benjamin Moore. His body was returned to Bordentown today via a motorcade. He was killed overseas in Afghanistan while driving a truck past an IED. He was young, in his 20s. I did not know him, but his story and the events surrounding his funeral have touched the lives of many of the locals here.



You see, the Westboro Baptist Church is sending it's brigades to my small town to protest this poor boy's funeral. What's even more profound is the support from everyone who has even heard of Ben to come to town to shield Ben's family from these protestors.

As a mother of a little boy, I can only imagine how the Moore family feels. While Ben is not two and a half, he is still and will always be their little boy. My heart weeps for them.

On Saturday morning, the events will happen. Ben will be honored at a local church. Anti-protestors will line the streets shading the family and funeral goers. Ben will go out with the greatest respect. Please keep the Moore family in your thoughts this weekend.