Hmmm...so I suppose I will continue where I left off.
My mom died of cancer on September 2, 2010. I still tear up when I think about it. And I think about it a lot. I think I cry, or almost cry, just about every day. I went to the chaplain back at Ft. Bragg, and he said that it was going to be even harder when I got home, because then I would be occupying the same space that we would normally occupy together. It's true. It is so much harder. There is so much that reminds me of her. I am getting better at thinking of her. Before when I thought about her, most of the time it was just memories of the hospital, brushing her hair for her, and it coming out. Or holding her hand while she was on her deathbed. I am so thankful that I was able to be there, but it left huge welts that will never heal. Now, though, I am able to remember more positive things. Like when I was 14 and she took me and Julie shopping at the mall. Or the way she just loved all of us. She gave everything she had to us and for us. She made our lives good, when they could have been so terrible. I am forever grateful to her. My mom. She was such a strong woman. I love her very, very much.
Another BIG change, occurred on April 3, when I went on a date with John. We quickly became very good friends. We had a pretty unusual relationship, because I was about to head off to basic, and I didn't want a boyfriend, but I did want him to be my boyfriend...it was kind of complicated. We decided to go for it though. In August, he came up for my basic graduation and asked me if I wanted to marry him and I told him maybe...yes...and that was that. We were engaged throughout my AIT experience. He waited for me...and I guess I waited for him...and then we got married 5 days after I got back from training.
