It feels like yesterday that my dad decided to join the army...(Has it really been 6 years?! AH) I still remember when he told me he was going to join, I remember questioning his sanity and until recently, I didn’t realize the sacrifice that he and everyone else give up. The willingness to give your life for strangers is something I cannot even fathom. My dad’s days here are numbered. He is leaving for Africa in just 2 weeks. I wish I could stop time and make these next two weeks crawl by. The reality that my dad and best friend will be gone for the next 12 months makes me fucking sick. I know, I know, thousands of men, women, mom, dad, children, grandchildren, okay you get my point, leave for war every day. People have been fighting for years. But this is my dad and I am left speechless. I don’t want him to go. I don’t want to go to bed every night and wonder if he’s okay. I don’t want to wake up every day wondering if he is okay. Wondering what little asshole has tried to hurt him or if he's slept. The past few weeks of my little world have been dark and pretty ugly. My attitude, everything has just really sucked. I miss him already. I don't know how to maximize the next two weeks. And I don’t have anyone I can really relate to. I don’t have military 'brat' friends. I have friends whose husbands are gone but I don’t relate to that. I don’t have a husband. I don’t know what it’s like to love a husband. I know what it’s like to love your dad. I don’t like hearing, well I heard its safe over there now...or, well he has people watching over him. Yeah you may be right, but you may be wrong. Those little phrases do not change how I feel and if anything they actually make me feel worse. There are no words that can take away what I feel.
I am so proud of my dad. I hope that someday I can find someone who is half of the man that he is. I hope he knows how great he is. I love you daddy and I miss you already.
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