The other day Dw came home to talk to me about what the surgeon had said. The kids and I had been sitting on the porch talking and sipping coffee. We try to sit together and talk everyday on the porch because summer is so short in our city.
Anyway, Dw and I went inside our room to talk.
Jubilee's situation is very concerning.
We finished up talking and he went outside to sit with the kids.
All of a sudden, it hit me.
I came outside crying.
Everyone was like, "Are you okay, Mom?"
"Karl is in Rehab with a traumatic brain injury.
The accident alone was so horrible. Autumn is so affected.
We all are.
Ruby Grace needs to be home yesterday, yet the paperwork in Africa is not moving at all.
Jubilee's tumors are more than concerning
and the surgeon said they should have come out yesterday."
At that point I sat down and started to cry even harder.
And through my muffled sobs I managed, "My head feels like it's going to blow up."
Dw softly said, "I can't believe you didn't remember the other thing."
I looked up at him, 'What other thing?"
"If you don't remember, I'm not telling."
I tried to think, but was unable.
"Tell me now!"
"Tyler depl*ys tomorrow."
Sobs and more sobs.
Yes, the yellow ribbon is up again.
His 5th time over there.
Someone once told us that it gets easier each time.
They were totally lying.
So proud of you son, so very proud.
You could have chosen an easy path.
But you didn't.
You love America way too much.
And we love you with all our heart.
Pleading God's protection over you and
your fellow special forc*s team.