“Tyler taught me how to love.”
Lance Corporal Tyler A. Roads’ mother Sonia and I settled down on the grass next to where Tyler rests. We find ourselves picking up pine needles that continuously fall on Tyler. His headstone is not in place yet, but there are several offerings left by loved ones. Sonia picked up a small bunch of yellow flowers, “I wonder who left these?” She lovingly straightens and rearranges everything until they are just right.
After reading about Tyler’s death in Afghanistan on July 10th, the day before he was to celebrate his 21st birthday, my heart extended out to his family, friends, and brothers. By the power of pure luck and the Internet, Sonia stumbled across Words For Warriors on Gold Star Mother’s Day, giving me the chance to meet her, and her son.
Prior to arriving at Tyler’s final resting place, Sonia shared pictures, childhood schoolwork, and memories with me. Through pictures I discovered Tyler wore the same half-cocked playful grin as a boy that he wore in Afghanistan. I can see Tyler grinning in my minds eye as Sonia tells the story of Tyler, at the age of seven begging her to shoot Doves in the back field with his Red Rider BB gun. She finally gave in. Her smile widened as she remember the proud look on his face when he came back with two Doves and his head held high with accomplishment. “After that I always cooked what he brought home. He loved to hunt. He planned on being a Game Warden when he got out of the Marines.”
To keep Tyler’s memory alive and honor his dream the community of Burney has founded the Tyler A. Roads Memorial Scholarship Fund. The scholarship is $1000 for a student who wants to be in law enforcement or Fish and Game Management. US Bank is accepting donations for anyone who has the ability and desire to contribute to a Marine and his dream.
At the end of my visit Sonia and I sat in silence beside Tyler, knowing we would have to leave soon, but not wanting to go. The scent of pine lingered in the warm air. Sonia smiled, pointing to the Military Memorial with the flags of each branch, the POW/MIA flag, and the American Flag that was fifteen feet from Tyler. There had been a constant breeze making each flag flap consistently; however at this moment all flags were still except the Marine Corps flag, which waved proudly at us. It was as if Tyler was waving goodbye.
Getting to know Tyler through his mother is an honor and a privilege. I don't feel as if I have done his memory justice here, but this is no easy post. If you knew Tyler I encourage you to leave a comment of your favorite memory of him here, or on the Lance Corporal Tyler A. Roads Memorial facebook page here. Other post on Tyler can be found here and here.
