I'm blessed. I am healthy, happy, but most importantly, I'm complete again. No, my life isn't magically fixed and nothing in my life is perfect. It's the imperfection in my life that is what has me in a state of absolute bliss lately. I'm content with how wrong everything seems to be. My brother, after serving in the United States Army for the past nine years has officially returned. This time, there is no deadline or pressure. Every second is forced to be enjoyed as the time ticks away until we need to take him, once again, to the airport for an emotional, heartbreaking goodbye. He's home. For good. I'm blessed to say that after three deployments overseas and nine years of a roller coaster ride, my brother has returned safe and, for the most part, healthy and happy. Despite the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and possible severe back issues, his smile has still never faded and his laughter still fills a room.
I am so thankful that he is here with me. I understand that although I am elated to have him return safely, I know that there are still Army sisters out there who aren't as fortunate as me. It's for this reason that I remind myself everyday how blessed I really am. I don't and won't ever take for granted his presence.
Today, he's okay. Tomorrow, he may be upset, angry, recalling his traumatic experiences he has, but today, he's doing well.
To all those who have lost loved ones in the military, I want you to know how thankful I am for their ultimate sacrifice. My prayers and thoughts are with all those with loved ones in the military. Have faith and stay strong!
To those serving, I could never thank you enough for your sacrifices, your unwillingness to stop fighting, and your pride. You are not forgotten, nor will you ever be.
Thank you. God bless.
