Someone always dies.
I don't do blogs very
often, I don't feel I have much to contribute in a blog sense, and
following the only other blog I have done they're depressing.
I hope in writing this blog I break whatever real or imaginary 'curse' that's around.
Most of you know my husband is in the military. During the five years we've been together he's had two dessert tours of duty and he is currently involved in the ground support for Lybia.
When he was in Iraq, our joint friends little brother (aged six) got run over by a car and died.
When he was in Afghan, my Dad found his best friend (my pseudo Uncle) dead following a heart attack.
Today I received a phone call from one of my best friends that her terminally ill mother has taken a turn for the worse and has been given days.
I've only ever voiced this to one other person, but it would appear that when my husband goes out of area, someone always dies...
I hope in writing this blog I break whatever real or imaginary 'curse' that's around.
Most of you know my husband is in the military. During the five years we've been together he's had two dessert tours of duty and he is currently involved in the ground support for Lybia.
When he was in Iraq, our joint friends little brother (aged six) got run over by a car and died.
When he was in Afghan, my Dad found his best friend (my pseudo Uncle) dead following a heart attack.
Today I received a phone call from one of my best friends that her terminally ill mother has taken a turn for the worse and has been given days.
I've only ever voiced this to one other person, but it would appear that when my husband goes out of area, someone always dies...


27 Comments
You will become paranoid if you match the unfortunate events with your husband's absence. Lots of healing hugs to you at this time. I hope you have plenty of people to support you emotionally.
Be brave babe.
xx
Il wish on a star tonight for you and your friend, your fellow writer Denis xx
Mary died at 08.00 Saturday morning, I hope you don't take this wrong, but I'm glad it came so quickly and she didn't suffer for too long. She passed at home with her eldest daughter (my friend) and her husband at her side. Her middle daughter kept the youngest (seven years old) occupied as she said she didn't want to be there when mummy went. I've spent several hours on the phone to my friend since and offered to travel back up, but she said she would prefer it if we ddin't because of family, which of course I understood but stressed anytime night or day to call me.
My husband got home Saturday night and I burst out crying the second he walked through the door (I wasn't expecting him because he hadn't told me he was coming home - pesky bugger), because I knew I no longer had to cope alone. He might not be back for long but for once he came home in the moment I needed him.
xxx
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