Just to follow up on some people and situations I've mentioned the last few months.
Remember the post on "Blue Star Moms"? (Check here). Susan's older son had just come home from Iraq, but the younger one was still there. And M's daughter and son-in-law were in Iraq, and the daughter was a few days late in reporting back from a mission.
Well, they're all home, safe and sound!!!
M's daughter came home in June, has picked up the baby, and she and her husband are living on base in another state now and parenting that precious little girl.
Susan was able to meet her son at the airport in Atlanta and spend a few days with him last weekend. He'll be leaving for his home in the midwest tomorrow or the next day. I know she's glad not to be managing all his affairs anymore.
My daughter has leased a tiny apartment in her new town, and will be moving this weekend. It's four hours farther away from us, but it's a larger town, a more permanent job, and I'm hoping she can finally develop a social life. This past year has been spent in a place that had only 1000 more people than the last small town--and it didn't have a University like the other did, so there were few opportunities to make friends her own age. She's been okay, of course; I just worry about her.
On a more somber note, I posted this on July 10:
I've had an old WWII vet, who has never been the same mentally since the war, grab my throat in a warning to not bother him with petty heart medications while he's trying to sleep--and not remember the incident 16 hours later.
Well, this man went home within a couple of days, but then his girlfriend found him unconscious a few days later. EMS brought him to the ER, but he didn't make it. Poor old guy. His injuries and illnesses from the war cost him his family, his mental health, and finally, his life. He didn't deserve that.
I hope he's at peace now.