At least, Plan A.
According to Army Regs, Michael can only be 8 hours away from post by car when he is on a Pass, which is what is being issued for Thanksgiving. We are 10 hours away. So no driving home and having Thanksgiving morning coffee together, etc.
Just when I thought I was handling him being at Ft. Sill.
Plan B could be driving down to Ft. Sill but there's that hateful issue of money.
Plan C could be meeting him half way and having Thanksgiving dinner together at a Golden Corral, turning around and each driving back to our residences.
I could tell in his voice tonight when he called me that he had something to tell me that he didn't want to tell and that I didn't want to hear. Suprisingly, I was very adult about it, blabbed something about how Christmas wasn't that far away, I was OK with him not coming home for Thanksgiving(this is the FIRST one we haven't been together in 23.5 years) and haven't cried...yet.
But the thought of him being at an Army post without family around on Thanksgiving just breaks my heart. I hope he's not the only one there.
Now I'm going to cry.
And yes, there are worse things in the world than not having your son with you on a holiday.
My head knows that.
But my heart hasn't figured it out yet.
I could probably handle it, but I'm not sure that he could.
Well, yes, he could.
I'd like to think he'd miss being with me as much as I would miss being with him.
But he's Uncle Sam's kid now and duty and country come first.
And I'm proud -very proud- of him.
The Ambien CR Kick In is running late tonight.
I just need to escape to nothingness for a few hours.
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