I wrote this the day Troy left... for those of you who want to know: I am incredibly okay! I miss him, of course, but the dogs and I are doing just fine holding down the fort in Okinawa. :)
So today was the definition of "D-Day" for the Walton family. Yep, he left for the most serious deployment of his career. Troy has left many times, been gone on exercises and training for more months of the year than he has been home, but this is his first combat deployment. As things get underway, I will be sure to provide more updates. For now, you can know that he is on his way to Afghanistan.
A big part of my job as a FRO is preparing families for deployment, getting them through it, and making the homecomings memorable and unforgettable. I love being that person that spouses and family members can turn to, who can provide the answers with a reassuring smile. Now it is my turn, and I felt like I was totally prepared. I have handled the transition really well, staying strong for Troy and our families. I felt really weird seeing our friends get emotional, having people ask me daily if I am ok and being surprised when I respond positively. Today, one thing ended that strong streak.......
It began with seeing Troy say goodbye to our dogs. I know that sounds silly to those of you who aren't dog people, or who have kids and think I'm crazy, but they are our children. They share our triumphs, cuddle us when we are sad, and know all our bad habits (often cleaning up floor crumbs). He gave them all hugs and kisses, promised to see them soon, and asked them to be good.
Shortly, we were off to the airport. As we drew nearer, the reality set in.
Pulling up to the drop off point was the worst. I knew he was leaving soon, and it was the hardest thing I have ever done letting him go and telling him to be safe. I have never wanted more to say a million words, while at the same time being unable to speak them. We hugged for quite a while and I felt selfish... Selfish for crying when I know he is off to do his job, defend our country, and love it the whole time. I can't say it any better than my friend, Jill, did. And here is what she said:
"I can't possibly understand. I imagine it is probably like taking a piece of your own heart, wrapping it in someone else's body, and sending it into a dangerous situation. All the while knowing that you have no control over it. Knowing that you'll never be the same if someone else makes a decision that negatively affects that piece of your heart." Jill isn't a military wife, philosopher, or even a mind-reader. She's just that good of a listener. :)
When I waved at Troy as he entered the airport, I felt like my heart was packed in his carry-on. It was the oddest combination of heartbreak, pride, and overwhelming sadness I have ever felt. It also made me feel so very loved. I remember everything in that moment, his freshly shaven face, warm chest, that final kiss and hug. And I will hold onto that feeling for however long it takes to get him back.
The thing that really turned my day around on the drive back North, was the outpouring of love. Love from my friends, work colleagues, and family. I am so thankful for my support system, a good balance of military spouses, family members, long time friends, and just plain awesome people.
My Oki She-husband, Sara, gave me the most tangible gifts. Let's just say a bag filled with wine, chocolate, and Gilmore Girls is getting me through the first few weeks. Can't ask for more than that!
Thank you to everyone who thought of us, prayed for us, and sent us love. It is truly meaningful.