I keep getting emails asking what the deal is… why am I in a mini-funk? I’ve been dealing pretty well this week with all of the crazy things going on… until now. I just kind of snapped. A friend just called and told me she had to cancel our plans for the weekend. Her father passed away this morning.
This is what absolutely sucks about being a military spouse. The tear in your heart… should I stay home and be with my husband? He’s only going to be home for 12 months before leaving for another 15 again. Do I go and spend time with my family? Do I sit by the bed with my father, who is dying? The Friend and I have conversations at least twice a week about what she should do. It’s horrible, but the only advice I can give is simple: follow your heart. Well, now her heart is broken… and mine breaks for her.
My mom was scheduled to have a lump in her breast biopsied three days ago. The appointment was with the wrong doctor, so we were worried all weekend and week for no reason. She ended up having the biopsy yesterday. The only thing the doctor could say was “I don’t feel good about this.” Thanks jerk. Really good thing to say to someone getting her breast cut open!
I’m glad that I’m this close to home, but I feel guilty too. It’s hard to step back and remove myself from military life. If The Husband was active duty right now, we’d be in Georgia with the rest of our squadron. We’re here. And I’m grateful. I’m guilty because I can be close to my family and my fellow sisters out there can’t be.
My friend, my dear friend lost her father today and she wasn’t there. She’s scrambling now, trying to get emergency leave so she, her husband and baby can get to Vermont. Her house here still isn’t unpacked. In fact, a month and half after the first attempt to get down there to help her- I was going to finish it all up this weekend.
I wish I could go and unpack her life for her. Make it home. You’re in my prayers. Always.