48 hours...

The next 48 hours will be the longest of my life. K and her best friend K2 will be spending the next 48 hours driving back from Mass. It's not the fact that she is driving home from so far away that troubles me. It's that until she gets home, unloads, and relaxes I will not know what my future might bring. I want to be a better man but will she let me. I spent last night cleaning and packing some stuff up. Stuff I don't use anymore and won't miss being gone. She should be happy about being able to get into the closet again.


Today is the day of the year that we set aside to remember those who gave all so the we could write are little blogs, Say what we wish about the country and it's leaders. And walk down the street without worry of the goverment stopping us to see if we are who we say we are. I think it's very sad that we set aside one day to do this. We should remember these men and women every morning when we wake up and every night before our heads touch the pillow. But there is also another group we should remember. The Husbands and Wives, Mothers and Fathers, Sisters and Brothers, and the children of these patriots who gave so much for our country. So if you see one of the brave men or women who stand on that wall and protect you from the bad guys, walk up and say thank you. Remember, even if you don't believe in their politics, they are the ones giving you that right to complain.

RIP: Benjamin Fuller, 6:22am, 23 October, 1983. Marine Barricks, Beirut, Lebanon. My Friend, Thank You. You are missed.

K. Remember, you are My Heart, My Soul, My Life, My Love.

T