I am on complete overload. Our friend was buried today, and Thursday another member of our guard family will be laid to rest. She had not been deployed with my husband, but was still a part of the Signal Corp and worked with many of these soldiers. These people are way to young to leave us, and the shockwaves are buffeting us all. To go to a war zone for a year and have no major injuries or loss of life, and to come home and experience two in a month is insane. I dread opening my military email, or hearing my husband answer the phone to a co-worker, worried that it's another call. And I'm trying to comfort him when I don't have the words to say. I know that time will begin to heal, but I see it taking some time.
In the meantime, we have taken on a huge endeavor to update our basement family/craft room. Paint and moving furniture has been therapeutic, and I'm trying to ignore the complete disaster my house is at this time. I guess I should try to finish putting clothes away tonight, seeing as how I still have my suitcase from Disney lying on my floor with clothing still in it.
Good night all.