Last week when I dropped Armydad off after our last day pass, I saw another guy telling his family good-bye. This man’s wife had a baby at Christmas time. He got about a week with the baby and then left. Then he got a couple of day passes, and left again. I watched him hold the baby, kiss the baby, and buckle him into his car seat. I turned to Armydad and we had this conversation:
Me: “I feel so bad for him. I cannot imagine how hard it is leaving that little bitty baby.”
Armydad looks at me like I have three heads, then says, “Armymomma, every single soldier here saying good-bye to their families is looking at me and wondering how I am doing this. How I am away from Thing1. How I am able to say good-bye knowing his heart could deteriorate at any second.”
I just stared at him. I knew that the soldiers and drill sergeants knew about Thing1, but this is our life. We have been living with this for a while. So, for us, it is the norm. It is hard for Armydad to leave Thing1, but it would be just as hard if he had a perfect heart. It is just as hard for him to leave Thing2. I, of course, cried after this conversation. I am so glad my husband has these people supporting him and lifting him up on the bad days. This really is a family.