I feel a little numb after this week. Anyone else?
Last Friday around 11 am Alaskafella called from the hospital. I answered in a complete tizzy cursing sap. It was stuck to my fingers, and therefore the phone, and now my hair, and now the sink faucet, and the soap dispenser …
Instead of responding to my saptastrophy, he said, “Sit down.” And then he said a 16 month battalion tasking (aka war zone assignment) had come down the pike. He was one of three candidates being considered for the job. Whoa. I thought of our kids and wondered everything for about 99 seconds. Then I decided to completely ignore the information until I had confirmation.
I had the best day skiing on Saturday! A beautiful ski mountain is only 11 minutes from our house! And it was warm (13 degrees!).
Despite my best denial attempts, I couldn’t sleep Sunday night or breathe on Monday. Monday evening we found out Mitch wasn’t the one who had been given the 16 month deployment. THANK GOD. I almost fell over. It felt like the bones fell out of my body. I closed my eyes and cried. I had no idea how upset I’d been about the whole thing until then.
Then, I found out that our new friend Pete, not so lucky. He did get the tasking. He will be headed to a war zone – in March – for 16 months. Actually, he starts training before he goes, so he will only be here in Alaska working at the hospital for a few more weeks. Then he’s off to Fort Irwin, California to get combat ready. He is just married. His wife (Katie), like me, just moved here. Their household goods arrived yesterday. Now what? Ugh.
Tuesday I found out one sorority sister is happily engaged! Congrats Marie! Her facebook pictures glow.
I also found out a sorority sister passed away. What? My heart broke. And it aches for her older sister, who was in my pledge class and whom I always admired very much; and I hurt for her twin sister who also was a Chi Omega. And their younger brother, and parents … 29. My heart is so heavy.
Wednesday Zoey turned four. I am SO happy she sleeps through the night and can articulate herself. Everyday I feel like I know her better. And strangely, when she gleefully asked Wednesday night, “Do you miss your three year old?” I said, “Yes. I do.” And I meant it. What? Perplexing.
Thursday I was BLOWN away by my blog feedback. I don’t think my feet touched the ground. I am so touched to feel so supported far and near. Your comments really touched me. Thank you.
Then, I watched President Obama speak at the Arizona Memorial on you tube. I have no words.
Ali’s memorial service is today. I will be one of 200 some “sorority girls” holding our sister and her actual sisters, and brother, and parents, and nephew, and everyone who will miss her, and everyone who didn’t get to meet her yet, on high.
This week I existed in a 3-D greeting card reading, “Time is fleeting and precious.” Mitch could miss out on a year of his babies lives; Zoey is already 4; wonderful people die way before their time; tragic shootings occur; and the world is full of wonderful, supportive, loving people and beautiful ski mountains.
The only thing that’s important is to enjoy our time and fill it with love. Because, in the end, that’s all we get to take with us, or leave behind.
To seal the deal, this morning, I got sap on my hands. I didn’t freak out. (Turns out Pam cooking oil is the sap antidote.) What I hope is that the perspective this week brought sticks.
“X” and a Horseshoe, Chi- O.