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Echoes of Love is a companion for those hardest days and quietest nights. It is a collection of 100 short reflections for the grieving heart: honest, raw, and quietly real. Each reflection offers a soft moment of recognition, something to hold onto when you're not sure what you feel or how to move through it. Some parts may comfort you. Others may bring tears. All were written to meet you where you are.

What's the greatest lesson your mother ever taught you? In this true story of love, loss, and learning, Dave Tank reflects on the stretch of turbulent years that carried him around the world many times over, only to return home in the most tragic of circumstances when his mother dies suddenly from an undetected cancer.

This story is about the power of love - love as we know it and understand it, and love that goes beyond our understanding. The author shares his accounts of the things that carried him through tragedy and helped him move on with his life. It is truly a celebration of two lives whose memories will live forever.

1SGT (Ret) Rich and Terri Schlack are proud and supportive parents when their first born son, Ryan, decides to go into the army. After all, they are very familiar with military life and what safer place to be than on a military base. Afterward is the unique story of the Schlack family's life after Ryan is murdered senselessly in Fort Hood, Texas in 2009. The heartbreak of burying a son, the unforeseeable emotional and physical pain, the tensions of experiencing a military court, and the disbelief and frustration when the sentence is handed down.

Bitter. Broken. Angry. Empty. That about sums it up! My heart was snatched from me without remorse and life as I know it no longer exists. No one understood the pain. Friends and family who wished me the best only made things worst by saying all the right things at the wrong times. I was alone, abandoned even by God, and no one could comfort my dying soul. Reliving my son's last moments every time my loss was mentioned became my reoccurring trauma. Nothing prepared me for this. I realized the only way past the grief was through it, and that’s what pushed me to the pen.