Click on this flag to read a reprint of my thoughts from 5 years agoAs I padded down the stairs this morning, I remembered a day long ago. Well, not that particular day, but the days that followed. It was always early and I would slowly make my way to the TV to turn on the news and make sure all was still the way I left it the night before. No new attacks, basically. No masses of people perishing at a terrorists hand. Eventually that habit changed and things transformed to normal. A new normal.
Today I made my way down the stairs with different apprehensions. Will I get a call today, or worse, would I get a "Visit?" No one wants that visit. Kristen Henderson in her book While They're at War referred to it as "The Worst That Could Happen." whenever she had to address the fateful day in the life of a military spouse.
Most mornings I don't think about that first thing...usually, instead I'm headed for the coffee pot and think of little else. The concern, however, pops up at some point during the day. In fact a day doesn't go by that I don't wonder if me or someone I know is going to have their life changed by a visit.
So, as I think about today, I remember. I realize that what Fran and his unit, and our American Forces are doing, is important. They, just as much as I, want our biggest concern each morning to be where's the coffee...not, how many will die today? In fact, they want that not only for us, but for those suffering people around the world.
Ahhh, I'm behind in reading your blog, so I'm just reading this post today . . . and I'd like to say that "I know how you feel" . . . five years ago, getting up early to turn on the news, having it on nearly constantly to see if anything else had happened or if anything had changed, trying to understand just what all was going on . . . and now, "back to normal," stumbling to the coffee pot first thing in the morning. Except I can't "know how you feel" . . . my husband isn't risking his life every day. Diane, I can't possibly understand what you and your family, and countless others, are going through . . . but I love you, and I pray for you all continually.
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