I received a letter from Andrew yesterday (two, actually!) The letter was dated June 11th. He told me that the stitches were removed from his hand and if all went well with his physical test, he’d be joining a new company on Friday (today) and leaving for Camp Pendleton to began phase two training. “I should be calling soon.” He wrote.
I figured the call would come that day or sometime today, so I made sure to carry my phone wherever I went. I didn’t receive a call yesterday, so last night was another rough one. I tossed and turned. I checked my phone repeatedly to be sure the volume was turned up. I got out of bed, watched t.v. I did NOT eat hot cheetos, in fact? I didn’t put any food into my mouth! I picked up the box containing all of my son’s letters and began to read them over again.
I miss my son, his written words comfort me.
I finally crawled back into bed at 3am. The last time I looked at the clock it was 4:38am. The next thing I knew, the home phone was ringing. I jumped out of bed, looked at the number. It was a San Diego area code.
It was my son.
“Hi mom. I just wanted you to know I’m being placed in the Fox company. I’ll be leaving for phase two training.”
Relief flooded over my mind and body.
We didn’t get to chat, but he did say “I love you.” And that was enough for me.
My son’s hand has healed and he’s back in training. August 10th will be his new graduation date.
Today was a good day.
I just checked the mail, there was a letter from my son. He received the letter that I sent with all of your comments and words of encouragement for him.
“Thanks for the print out, Mom. It was very encouraging.”
Thank you to each one of you who took the time to leave those words for my son. I’m so blessed to have so many wonderful people sharing in this journey with me and my son. We are both grateful.