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It's a quiet Sunday evening....
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All the best to you and your family. I've read a lot of profiles that say "No Baggage" but, real folks have real problems . Thanks for sharing.
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I like this blog! Well written
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The Ex Husband helped me move a truck load of boxes to the house today, only one more to go. What an ordeal. I can honestly say, this moving thing sucks. The day before my Marine left for boot camp he had packed up all of his stuff and put it in a giant tote for safe keeping and slide it into a closet, out of the way. The tote emerged today and I immediately got weepy just seeing it, and knowing what was inside. "Do you want me to keep this at my house? I can just slide it into a crawl space until he gets back." That will be four years at the minimum.... "Ok. He's got some really expensive gaming equipment in there. Really expensive...." "It'll be ok. I'm going to take it right into the house as soon as I get home, it's not going to sit outside and get rained on or anything." "Ok, keep it safe." He opened the lid to the tote to take a peek at what was inside, his cap and gown caught me immediately off guard. I could still see his smiling face wearing that cap and gown, handing me a yellow carnation. "Here you go Ma, this is for you." Not going to lie, I still feel like a piece of me is missing without my Marine around, but it's getting easier to accept and move forward. It sure hurt like hell to watch that tote leave, though, on the back of the Ex Husband's truck. It almost felt like I was losing him all over again.... We are all feeling the loss, though. My Oldest Son had called me up Friday night and wanted to talk. A little unusual for him.... During the course of the conversation he had asked me if I'd heard from the Marine. My heart went out to him. He asked me if I would tell the Marine next time I hear from him that he misses him and loves him. I said I would. I listened to my Oldest Son cry on the other end of the phone for the first time in quite a few years. He was missing his brother. Up until that point I had always been the basket case, crying every time I turned around. It didn't occur to me that others were only keeping it together because they knew I could not. And now that I'm getting stronger.... It's their turn to come to me for comfort. To release their own emotions. I surely do miss my Marine, my Middle Son, but life is slowly moving forward and good changes are happening. I hope the good changes are happening for him as well. Happy Sunday!
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