First morning at Drum

 So I wrote an article about Jerry for Taps but unfortunately it wasn't selected to be in the paper and when I found out my story wouldn't be in the paper I was upset. I can admit that, I was really bummed. I sat on my bathroom floor and cried, partly because I was disappointed, partly because I worked hard on it and its difficult to share things like that with a lot of people and then partly because his anniversary is this weekend and in my head I guess I thought that without his story who would remember him. I know thats stupid, those who knew him know hes pretty damn unforgettable. But after talking with some people they said I should share the story. So I will say since its my blog and I write how I want I am going to put in the language I censored out for the article.

My husband SPC Jeremiah Sancho was KIA on October 13th 2011 in Afghanistan. One of my favorite memories with him is the very first morning we spent together in our apartment. Jerry had left for Fort Drum a month before me, shortly after we got married and when I arrived he said he would spoil me the next morning. As I lay in bed that day I can hear pots moving around, the only thing I could think of was he was"Oh shit hes trying to cook". This was cute but concerning as he never cooked. Ever. I got up to pee and then go help and he must have heard me shuffling through the hallway because he yelled from the kitchen "dont come in here I'm gonna surprise you " so I went back and sat in bed waiting, anxiously to see what he made. What seemed like an eternity late, he came in with a plate that had scrambled eggs, toast and bacon. He handed it to me with a big smile very proud of himself. The eggs and bacon were under cooked, when I say under cooked I mean the bacon was raw and the eggs had almost no solid shape, they were still mostly liquid ( i know some people like their eggs like that but I am not one of them and neither was he.)but I ate every bit I could. He looked at me and then started to eat some and looked like he wanted to vomit. We laughed for a few minutes as we discussed never allowing him in the kitchen to cook again. He looked at me dead in the eyes and said "I know I cant cook and that breakfast wasn't the best but that's why I have you. " We just laughed and laughed as he promised me he would never try to cook again to save us both from poisoning. After that we ran out to breakfast and enjoyed our first meal together in our new place, talking about the future and what it could possibly hold for us. I miss him and his sense of humor very much and still love him even more every day.


So there it is. One of my favorite memories of him. And yes he never cooked after that, I wouldnt let him. lol saturday makes 7 very long years without him. I miss him like no one can understand. He is still in my thoughts and heart everyday.