Now I wish I could disappear...
My dad had his surgery yesterday. As far as I know, it went just fine. He had his hernia fixed and his prostate removed.
I hope and pray that the cancer didn't spread at all since the 6 months ago it was diagnosed.
I miss everyone so much. Reece, even my parents. My siblings that I've never really known, my nieces and nephews, all of them. Aunts, uncles, distantly related cousins. And the truth is, I don't even know why.
I had a dream last night that Reece came home. I was really pissed off when I woke up, because I knew it didn't really happen. If I'd had time, I would've cried a bit, but I was late as was.
I'm really sore. I've actually been lifting again. It's a good feeling, but my pecs are in pain. And I can't really lift my arms over my head. On the plus side, I am finally getting my muscle definition back.
I have to go do something, study or laundry or otherwise distract myself, because I'm beginning to reminisce (sp?) about when he was here with me... God, I just want him back. I want him to finish out his service, because it's what he wanted. I am proud of him for sticking with something so difficult. I couldn't do it. He's with his guys, and I know he's happy to be back with them. I wouldn't want it any other way. We'll have our time together. But right now, he's got a job to do, and so do I. So I'm going to go do it.
I hope and pray that the cancer didn't spread at all since the 6 months ago it was diagnosed.
I miss everyone so much. Reece, even my parents. My siblings that I've never really known, my nieces and nephews, all of them. Aunts, uncles, distantly related cousins. And the truth is, I don't even know why.
I had a dream last night that Reece came home. I was really pissed off when I woke up, because I knew it didn't really happen. If I'd had time, I would've cried a bit, but I was late as was.
I'm really sore. I've actually been lifting again. It's a good feeling, but my pecs are in pain. And I can't really lift my arms over my head. On the plus side, I am finally getting my muscle definition back.
I have to go do something, study or laundry or otherwise distract myself, because I'm beginning to reminisce (sp?) about when he was here with me... God, I just want him back. I want him to finish out his service, because it's what he wanted. I am proud of him for sticking with something so difficult. I couldn't do it. He's with his guys, and I know he's happy to be back with them. I wouldn't want it any other way. We'll have our time together. But right now, he's got a job to do, and so do I. So I'm going to go do it.