Hey there yall. I wanted to post this picture on here to remind us all to remember those far away. This was one of the pictures I took to use as a Christmas card. I got alot of comments from neighbors. Some I had never met before. It seems someone knows someone who has been over or going over to the sandbox as my big brother always says. This past weekend I was reminded that people have fought to give us the rights we have. Although I really think it is wrong to bad mouth the USA, my family has fought for that right. SO you can burn a flag, spit on the soldiers coming home, yell names at them. Because they have fought for you, you can do all those things. It really is funny when you think of it. People want to yell and "defend" their thoughts and rights but if they weren't fighting for us we wouldn't have those rights. I don't want to get into a debate on if this war is a just war or not. I am only interested in the people and their families who have sacraficed so much. Time away from loved ones, not being able to see your child born, not being there to help support your wife/husband when things get overbearing. Poeple have died defending this country of ours. All for your right to yell, scream, spit on them. Being a military brat the one thing I know.... This is the best country and I am very PROUD to say my family has given when needed. My dad wasn't always there when I came home from school. He wasn't always at my chorus concerts, he couldn't tuck me in at night like my other friends dads. But I can tell you one thing, He taught me how to hold my head up high and to fight for my country. My Mom was a Navy wife. She was alone more times then I can remember as dad was away. She taught each one of us kids that you still go on. Day to day you keep going. Things had to get done, she did them. I honestly think that when you are called to the military, whether solider or wife/husband you have the highest calling. You should be very proud of yourself and your loved one. I know I am proud of my Grandfather who was in the Navy... My Father, navy... Oldest Brother Army (still serving)... Brother Army... Aunt Airforce.... Uncle Marines....... Husband Airforce.... Mother..Navy wife..... Myself Airforce wife for a brief time... (sorry if I forgot anyone)So thank you family for giving of yourselves for this country. I LOVE YOU ALL
How do I say goodbye to my mom. How can I do that and not hurt? Memories keep coming to me and I laugh or I cry mostly I cry. I cry because I didn’t write down that favorite recipe she always made when we came home. I cry because I should have had more patience with her. I cry because I won’t be able to sit and have tea with her. Ever. Never again. I cry for myself. I cry for my brothers. I cry for my children and their children. How do I make this hurt any less than it does? How do I make the tears stop flowing? Is there a way to make them stop? Maybe laughter. Maybe that is the way. Remember the good times. Remember hotdog soup. Remember frying pans knocking someone out. Remember the car rides to grandmas house. Remember the summer trips. Laughing helps but not for long. Family around me will be sure to help. Getting together and celebrating her. That will help. I now know that nothing will help. I think this hurt will last the rest of my life. I don’t want this. I want my mom....
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