The expression in her eyes was an expression that Byron had described to us as the look of hope. I couldn't stop myself from hugging her.

Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important.

He just hugged me and said, 'You've done your job, mom. It's my turn to protect you now.' I was just floored, you know, it was pretty unreal.

I love seeing his face.

We can be exasperated, and certainly are, but that doesn't reflect on determination to carry out the mission.

It makes me angry. My son did not die in vain. And I don't believe that her son died in vain either.