Pg 42 - My Life
Welcome back to my blog. Hope this day finds you well and on with my story.
Jennifer was gone from March of 2004 to 2005 in Iraq. That was a hard year for everyone. Life doesn’t stop and birthdays and holiday have to be celebrated. Yet in the back of your mind, you want time to stop because you are missing a part of your family.
Jenny was in a compound where her dorm had a microwave so she asked me to send her prepared food that she could make in her room instead of always going to the mess hall. I can’t remember how many boxes I sent and how much money it cost but it made her happy and I felt like I was doing
something for her even though I couldn’t see her since she was so far away.
I remember a couple of the stories she would write us, like the time they had to go on a convoy and were told to be careful and all stick together. She said that they knew to watch out for coke cans on the side of the street due to them being bombs. She said that one of the jeeps blew out a tire so it had to be fixed. That is when a man stopped by the convoy, very excited, talking in his native language running up and down the road before one of the officers finally understood that he was trying to warn them about trouble up ahead of them. Jenny said she slipped down in her jeep, hanging tightly to her M-16, ready for anything. “I was never so frightened,” she wrote.
One time there rockets being shot into their perimeter and Jenny’s room was close to that. She said she just made it out of the port a potty just at it was blown up. It was the stories like that, which kept us in prayer while frightened for her life.
Christmas came and went with Kristina, Arin and their son Damien celebrating it with us. Zack also came down with the intention of staying with Jessica in California, which I was happy to not have her alone in that big city. So after we celebrated Christmas, he drove Jessica back to California. They all helped decorate the house and baked cookies together. We had our Christmas Eve at church, with my big subway sandwich and our usual movie
It’s A Wonderful Life. Christmas was fun with all the other kids, and at the
same time, I was worried about my child in Iraq.
That following January, I didn’t want Betsy to miss the snow that she was use to in Decatur, so we drove towards Flagstaff, stopped by the side of the road and made a snowman. Remember we live in Phoenix, and we don’t get snow.
Jimmy and I celebrated his birthday by going snow skiing for the first time. Erik decorated my kitchen with pink balloons, pink roses, a large pink pig, and a pink birthday cake for Betsy. We had an ice-skating birthday party for Adias with her school friends.
When March came around we got to celebrate Regina’s eighteen birthday and her big sister Jennifer was back home. Yes how happy we were to have her back in the states and in our arms again.
Well I have grandbabies to tend to so I have to go. Have a great day and please don’t take this life for granted. Make memories!
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