so i haven't updated a long time. things have been a little hectic... obviously with the pregnancy and such. yesterday paul left for iraq.
so anyway here is how the day started. obviously i let him sleep in, only to a point because we still had a lot that needed to be done. so around 1030 we went to breakfast. then he gets the call to go to company. so we head on over there.
paul had to go to the ER because he broke the window at the company accidentally. basically that was his last 2 hours in the states as a civilian. he almost missed him TMP but he (we) made it to peterson.
i was at the flight line till the very end. many family members don't even get into the base let alone be allowed to spend time on the flight line. we got there and we were late because of the ER fiasco.... but we happen to get there 3 hours early i mean er... half hour late. the famous line hurry up and wait applied here. we just hung out in the parking lot because i was not allowed in the break room. that was fine with us of course. i think they were trying to get me to leave but since i was the only one there to say good bye because there were only 3 joes leaving from alpha, tova and i just hung out in the parking lot and they couldn't say/do anything about it.
the good bye was good. no one else was feeding my grief and no one was trying to comfort me. i grieved on my own terms. its too bad not everyone gets to do that.
