Today’s letter is a little different. With my father marking his forty-year Academy reunion, I am setting aside my usual words to you and instead writing to him. The United States Air Force Academy shaped him, and in turn, he helped shape me. In sharing these words, I hope you catch a glimpse of the legacies that ripple quietly through our families—and how they shape us still.

Resilience is not merely surviving; it is choosing to live fully in the middle of what feels impossible. It is the legacy they handed down: not in speeches or medals, but in daily choices that stitched community, hope, and endurance into the fabric of their families

September 11th is not merely a date on the calendar—it is a marker of the world we entered as military families. It shaped the missions our beloveds would undertake, the deployments that came, and the friendships forged in hardship and separation. It shaped us, too—the families who learned to wait, to endure, to steady ourselves through uncertainty.