Today is not am ordinary day

Today's prompt was to write about an ordinary day. But today is not on of those days. Today is a sad anniversary. 18 years ago, three soldiers came to my door in dress greens. I was a good army wire and I knew they weren't there for a good reason. I made up any and every excuse in the book to not let them in. They finally wore down my defenses and talked to me. My husband had been killed in a rock slide in Egypt. He died trying to save his fellow soldiers' lives by alerting them and pushing some of them out of the way of the rocks. For a long time I have understood that God has a master plan and there was a good reason for him to give his life. My faith in God has been my strongest support during the darkest times.
I never expected to ever see that plan or even glimpse at part of that plan. But my God is just and good and he knew I needed that help.
Last summer the Gulf of Mexico was a scene of a terrible disaster. An oil well was damaged and leaking oil into the environment. It was the largest oil spill in history.
One of my friends was on the team that capped that oil well. He had been the soldier that escorted Bobby's body home to the states. He had been one of the men that 18 years ago that was saved in the rockslide.
What an illuminating gift that was! It really has giving me so much peace.
The girls are grown now, both are in college. My oldest has even made me a grandma. My sweet little grandson will be a year old tomorrow.