Ok, I've had some time to think about things. In my last post I lamented at length over the fact that John McCain had a bracelet with my son's name on his desk. Whether this bracelet being there was a reminder to him of those who have fallen, or was given to him by someone, or for political reasons, it really doesn't matter. I guess it is a compliment that a US Senator would remember my son.
And I also wondered if my reaction would have been the same if the bracelet had sat on the desk of Barak Obama, my candidate of choice. I probably would have danced around the house in fit of ecstasy, truth be told. And I wouldn't even have wondered why.
I also have to admit that I did not own my son. He was his own man, and followed his own heart. And that is nothing more than a fact. Yes, it still hurts a bit, but in death, as in life, I must share Travis with so many others who loved him. And there were, and are, many.