272 days ago you packed your bags and went to the mob station. That day will forever be imbedded in my head. So many times I have closed my eyes and can feel that last kiss you gave me. With tears rolling down my cheeks I drove away with such an empty feeling. Would I see you again? Will you come home the same man I married? The boys and I stood on the street corner, holding our signs, waiting for your convoy to pass. The anticipation for this moment was overwhelming. Then you came...driving by with a big smile and a wave. As much as I didn't want you to go, I knew that you'd be OK. We now have 275 days left. We are almost half way there. I know we can make it. Every morning your the first thing that comes to my mind and as I fall asleep at night I have a picture of you in my head. Stay safe my love...
Read the complete post at http://waitinginboston.blogspot.com/2005/03/we-are-half-way-home.html
Posted
Mar 12 2005, 05:05 AM
by
Soldiers wife