Yesterday......

Yesterday was a day that stood still.  A reminder to all of us that we are still at war.  Not by someone overseas, but right here on American soil.

 

It all started with a run.  People remembering Patriots' Day.  Everyone from 18 up run.  They train for months to run 26 miles.

 

Out of around twenty-thousand runners, there were fifteen military soldiers.  What made these men stand out were the fact that they had on a "ruck".  Most people that run where tank tops and shorts.  These men were in full combat gear plus a ruck that weighted in at around 40 pounds.  They were running to remember those that had lost their lives overseas.

 

Little did they know that in 26 miles the training that they strive to achieve was going to come into action.  They knew what had to be done and did it.  Most soldiers don't see the war first hand and we should be happy about that.  These men did and now to see it on the home front was a different experience.

 

As I watched these men on the news removing the rubble from people, helping strangers, and pulling first-aid kits out of their rucks to help.  I couldn't help, but think of my husband.

 

I thought about what he would do, if he knew what to do, when to do it and why.  If he would help if he would try and find people that needed help.  If he would try and find who did this.  I found myself wanting to know who these hero's where.  They just weren't soldiers that were fighting they were kind souls that were helping the injured.

 

I feel sorry for the person that did this.  The person that made the two bombs that injured more than 180 and killed 3.  I feel sorry that when they are found what will happen.  For when you mess with The United States of America it will not go unnoticed. 

 

“We sleep safely at night because rough men stand ready to visit violence on those who would harm us.”
― Winston Churchill



One down 49 to go...

I made it to the driveway before I broke down.  I didn't pull the car into the garage I just sat there and cried.  I thought about everything that was and going to be inside, waiting.

 

I cried when I walked in, I cried on the couch, and I cried again when I cleaned the house.  It seemed like that is all I did. Hours and days passed and there I still sat; crying.  If someone said something or I saw something I cried.

 

Four days went by and I finally stopped.  I pulled myself together and thought...would he want me to do this...NO! He would want me to go on as normal and do everything just without him around.

 

I started by hanging a flag in my window that the wives used in WWII.  It touched me to be able to be apart of something that was this. I started getting things for pacakges. I even started learning new things.

 

I miss him, but I am very proud.

 

 

 

She had been proud of his decision to serve his country, her heart bursting with love and admiration the first time she saw him outfitted in his dress blues.

Days pass by...

The first few days are the worst.

Adjusting, sleeping, eating, and just living.

 Seems like things will never get back to like what it used to be.

 

I miss everything the first few days.  Normal routine is my big thing.  Being a military wife things are never normal.  You never thought that you could possibly do what you do.  I live my life by a plan most of the time.  One thing that I have been dealing with is having a life that has been turned upside down, inside out, and fliped back again.

I wonder how people do this everyday, more than once, more than twice, or more than three times.  I sat in our house for the first few days just thinking about random things.  Mostly about when, where and how.  I still do, but will get easier....I keep telling myself this.