rh_scrapbooker
06-23-2006, 01:34 AM
My sister sent this to me. Although I don't mention it much, my BIL is in Iraq - has been since June 2005 and will be there until June 2007.
She did not say if she wrote this, so I"m assuming an unknown author for now.
"He's Not There"
I wake up in the mornings and roll over to snuggle up to my husband.
He's not there.
I eat breakfast alone, waiting for him to come back from PT so I can make him breakfast. He does not come home.
At noon, I go to make my sandwich, and start to make one for my husband too, since he will be coming home for lunch. But I stop myself. He is not coming home for lunch today.
At 5:00, I make dinner. I stand over the stove, cooking, and waiting to hear the car pull up in the driveway so I can eat dinner with my husband. The car is not gone. It is parked in the driveway. And it has been for 6 months. He is not coming home for dinner.
I sit down to watch TV at night, and I laugh at something and turn to see his reaction, but he is not there.
I take my nightly bath, and sit in the tub and wait for him to come check me on like he always does if I stay in too long reading. He does not come.
I crawl into bed, say my prayers, and I include him in my prayers. I pray for his safety, his strength, his life, and for him to come home to me soon. I pray for myself to stop looking for him in my everyday life. He is not here.
He is Over There.
She did not say if she wrote this, so I"m assuming an unknown author for now.
"He's Not There"
I wake up in the mornings and roll over to snuggle up to my husband.
He's not there.
I eat breakfast alone, waiting for him to come back from PT so I can make him breakfast. He does not come home.
At noon, I go to make my sandwich, and start to make one for my husband too, since he will be coming home for lunch. But I stop myself. He is not coming home for lunch today.
At 5:00, I make dinner. I stand over the stove, cooking, and waiting to hear the car pull up in the driveway so I can eat dinner with my husband. The car is not gone. It is parked in the driveway. And it has been for 6 months. He is not coming home for dinner.
I sit down to watch TV at night, and I laugh at something and turn to see his reaction, but he is not there.
I take my nightly bath, and sit in the tub and wait for him to come check me on like he always does if I stay in too long reading. He does not come.
I crawl into bed, say my prayers, and I include him in my prayers. I pray for his safety, his strength, his life, and for him to come home to me soon. I pray for myself to stop looking for him in my everyday life. He is not here.
He is Over There.