The past three to four weeks have been something of a steamroller. I feel like it's been one storm after another. So many things that aren't directly mine to own, but they still hurt. I found out that my favorite teacher from school had died. Fourth grade, and I still went back to see him as an adult. He was just that teacher. Steve has been honored to do the dignified transfers and funerals for three active duty Marines, one of whom was a friend of a bootcamp buddy...all under the age of 30. Yesterday, I found out that someone I haven't seen in a long time, but who was a huge part of my entire growing up had sickened worse and was in the hospital. She died in the night.
These are just the big things of the past seven days. There were smaller hurts, and bigger hurts over the past few weeks.
My life goes on as before. My husband and children are all safe and well. I'm just so very, very tired. And so very, very sad for a lot of people. At this moment, I just feel that death can kiss my ass. I am simply done with it.
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
May the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.
Rest in peace, Margie, Ron, Sgt Stacey, our two other Marines, and Chris. You will all be missed.