At first I wanted to open a blog to post all of my MIL's letters on. Then I thought, no, Fathead wouldn't like that. So, I'm on here blogging about how I'm feeling since Fathead left to fight for our freedom.
Last night I washed the sheets that Fathead and I slept on while he was home for R & R. I cried like a baby. It is hard to wash away his smell. I had him set aside some shirts he wore before he left. When I start to forget how he smells I'll be pulling those out and crying into them. For those of you who have ever been far from your loved one, you know how this hurts. We never had to deal with separation before. The longest we'd been apart before this was when Fathead went home for his Grandfathers funeral. That was for two weeks. A year seems like eternity.
I listened to a song today. It made me think of Fathead. The chorus goes:
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms. (Set The Fire to The Third Bar: Snow Patrol)
That's pretty much how I feel. Don't get me wrong. I don't mope all day long. I have my moments when it is tough to be alone. Like, when I take the garbage cans to the curb. That is something Fathead always does. I'm REALLY looking forward to mowing the lawn. UGH!
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