It’s Memorial Day Weekend and for me, it’s one of those times of the year where I feel very conflicted. For years I was the wife of a military man. I spent my days and nights worried about when he was going to be called to war. After 9/11 every time the phone rang a sense of panic went through me. It was required that he have his c-bag (cargo bag) ready in case he got the call, and that only managed to make the fear 10 times worse. Nothing quite like seeing that reminder every time I walked through the front door.
I won’t lie… I was very relieved when he decided to not re-enlist. I felt as though I could breathe again, at least a little bit. We had two years of ready reserves to get through before it was actually completely over.
As the years have passed, I allowed myself to forget about all of that. In many ways I pushed those memories deep deep within, and would prefer to never relive them. And I don’t.
This year, I was all set to spend my weekend going shopping for fantastic deals for all those items I needed to furnish my new home. But before I went I decided to pay my respects by going to the Dallas Forth Worth National Cemetery.
The moment we drove through the entrance I realized those feelings hadn’t gone anywhere.
My heart absolutely goes out to every family who have loved ones who are currently serving or have served for this country. It’s an amazing task to take on, and it’s so easy to forget exactly what this holiday is about.
My new furniture is going to have to wait for another day.
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