I guess I'm fasting from sleep. Trying to get something together for my Marines today.
You have so been in my prayers. I'll go to sleep after 11:09 A.M. CST and since I've been up all night, I might sleep for a while. But I'll be back so check in if you have time.
I'm working on other links for other branches. Bear with me, because you are mine too.
Please let me know of any links that you would like to see.
Submission info at end of sidebar.
God bless,
De'on
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First squad all present and accounted for.
AT EASE.
This is so good.
muy bien
ooooooaaaaahhhh (I know Marines say it different), say it for me!
Love & thanks
Mom De'on
One More Day
Last night I had a crazy dream
A wish was granted just for me
It could be for anything
I didn't ask for money
Or a mansion in Malibu
I simply wished, for one more day with you
One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you
First thing I'd do, is pray for time to crawl
Then I'd unplug the telephone
And keep the TV off
I'd hold you every second
Say a million I love you's
That's what I'd do, with one more day with you
Leave me wishing still, for one more day
Leave me wishing still, for one more day
By Diamond Rio
My Marine husband was 23 when he was killed in Iraq. I was 22. We had been married for 15 months. I miss him deeply. I'll see you again one day, Sweetheart. Wait for me.
Bless your heart. I'm really sorry. Oh, so sorry. I know he is a good man. You are go good to drop by and comment.
Please come back and my prayers will be with you. Thanks for sharing it.
I love what you posted. It says so much. How long has it been?
God keep you!
De'on
It's been a little over a year. Sometimes I think the pain is going to kill me, but I make it. Right now I can't even imagine ever marrying again. I mean, I feel I'm still married. Thank you for doing this blog for the Marines. I know it helps them.
It hasn't been that long at all. Honey, really, it hasn't. I never realized how "physical" my love was for Aaron. I viewed it as maternal, spiritual, emotional...but that doesn't touch it after they pass. You still have these other aspects. It's the physical that is so entirely gone.
We don't plan for the physical death...we can't. It's beyond our scope. It must be even more intense; the physical loss of a mate.
My mom still grieves for her husband that passed in 1988, and she's been re-married for 15 years.
But it will get better. There are, I believe, jewels that will emerge in your life, later, that will be birthed because of your suffering.
God must think you very special to allow you to suffer as His Love did on the cross. But don't be in a hurry. All you have to do right now is breathe. That's all, honey.
I pray God's Peace & Your Love's Spirit be with you until you are physically with your Marine, again.
Try reading Randy Alcorn's, "Heaven." He spent 25 years in prayerful, scriptural research. We mourn for the physical, b/c it is one-third of who we are. We mourn b/c we're supposed to. Otherwise, what beauty would the physical resurrection be if it meant nothing in God's World?
Anyway, I have something I'll share with you later.
You've helped me.
My heart is ruptured for you. And I'm thankful for you.
Love,
De'on
Thank you so much for your kind words. Most people say things that don't make any sense. I think the whole thing just makes them feel uncomfortable, so they want to avoid it. Frankly, I'm glad when they do because they think I should "move on" and "get out there again." "You're so young," they say. On and on. I just roll my eyes inside my brain and think oh please just go away. I'll go home to my house where he won't be anymore. Where his scent has become impossible to locate. Believe me, I've tried to find it as it slowly dissipates. I used to sleep with a T-shirt of his that missed the laundry, but even that has been washed clean by tears. I'm not really angry anymore. I just miss loving him.
Thank you for listening to me. I know losing a husband can't begin to equal losing a son. I can't imagine what that must be like, and I won't insult by telling you that I understand. I just can't imagine it. You're kind to offer kind words when your own heart is still in tatters. I'll keep you in my prayers, too.
Dearest Sweet Julia,
I think deep grief, raw, rich, rip your gut up through your throat, mangle your heart on its way back down, when your mind explodes and you wish your body would just follow it, but it won't, that kind of grief; well, it's knocked on both our doors.
I've worked tonight on "Sharing" to share with you. It's in 4 parts, plus the photo of Aaron & the towel, as well as the photo of the Shock & Awe Diary.
Sharing was originally written within that first year. It can't really touch it, though...but it is an outlet.
You write beautifully. I hope you're recording these thoughts, these times. Because they will get less raw.
There's no escaping the pain. Take that pressure off yourself.
But within another year, it might be bearable, and then, more so...a little softer, quieter.
Hope, a different hope, does come. Just breathe and rest and begin when you can.
The Father has taken our loves. We'll never understand it here.
We don't have to. Just trust. The Father loves you so much.
You and all of my family here are the manifestation of some part of His Mysterious Purpose and Plan for my life. I feel so blessed. Yes, it's different than having Aaron, but I will tell you, I do love sons again.
Semper Fi Marine Wife. God bless you for your sacrifice. It won't be wasted.
Jeremiah 29:11 was the verse written on Aaron's graduation announcement. For some reason, this verse continually shows up in my life:and when I was praying for God to give me words to share, not necessarily to comfort, but just to share...this verse came to my mind.
I'll be here. You have my email. I'll give you anything else you want, too. Really.
Write.
Semper Fi,
De'on
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