Almost three months since I posted.
Summer, all four or five days, has all but come and gone.
I've played golf five times.
Had my boat on the water twice, but that's a whole different story.
And life is just flying bye.
Matt has been home since May 15th.
We left Tacoma on Tuesday, May 13th at 800 hrs, and drove into our driveway in New Hampshire on Saturday, May 17th at approximately 16:30 hrs. Not a lot of sight seeing.
I have found it hard to get motivated to post.
While Matt was in Iraq it was a great stress reliever, and made the time pass.
And it was great to hear from people who were in the same situation, or who just wanted to offer support.
To say that life has become once again normal would be a lie.
While there is a lot less stress, there are still the memories.
I have dreams of things blowing up, and being shot at, and isolated, and of people getting hurt and not being able to help them.
Much the same as the dreams I had while Matt was deployed.
I still have times when I suffer the same depression brought on by the worry of having a loved one in harms way.
I wish I could tell everyone with a loved one serving in Iraq or Afghanistan that when their son get's home it will all be great.
But I can't.
Don't get me wrong, it is a whole lot better.
There's a lot less worrying.
But it doesn't go away.
Or at least in my case, it hasn't yet.
I hope to find another cause to take up here in the blogosphere.
And when I do, I intend to continue to do all I can to support our heroes serving in harms way.
Until they all come home.
Thanks NUGHT for rattling my cage.
Now it'll probably be another couple of months before I post again.