I love it when my brother's name shows up on my phone. It is a feeling of relief. There are times that you cannot contact the troops and they cannot contact you, it's hard. You never know if they are okay, or what kind of situation they are in over there..and you begin to worry. So when you get that phone call/text/email/letter your heart starts up again because you know that they are still alive, and somehow with their words you can tell if they are okay or if something is wrong.
This weekend my brother was able to contact me. I dropped everything I was doing and left the room filled with my friends so I could just sit and text him. No one else mattered at that point. He asked me how in the world I got my dad to let me drive my car to Denver, because normally he would not do that. I just told him I asked and he said that he can't really stop me since I am 18. Maybe I should have wrote that down and made him sign it..haha. He was very impressed with me because I didn't get lost. To be honest, I was proud of myself too...because I get lost very easily. Before he had to leave again he said, "Road trips are fun, enjoy every second of it. I love you."
Words cannot explain how much I miss him.
This is cute, Karli. Good blog!
ReplyDeleteSounds like you and your brother are very close and you sshould write him, it will remind him home is still waiting for him
ReplyDeleteYes Taylor is right it is good when you get the chance to letter them and you can send a little something with it to like a old photo of some sort.
ReplyDeleteThat would be a good idea.
ReplyDeleteI have sent him many letters!! :) He saves them all. I have also sent pictures to him, which he loves because he can see how is little sister is changing while he is away; since he can't really see that in Afghan land. :)
ReplyDeleteI miss Alan, although is a d word to me. (:
ReplyDeleteI can't help marveling at how much technology helps people stay connected. It's amazing you can text a few words everyday instead of having to way a month for the mail.
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