July 12, 2005

July 12, 2004, I wrote:

My brother Steve left for Afghanistan today.

My Grandmother has taken another turn for the worst and has requested that she be allowed to come home from the hospital to die.

My Mother is falling apart.

This all makes me want to fall into Jeb's arms and cry my eyes out but he's in Arizona with his Dad this week.

I'll go home and cry with my doggies, because they always give me kisses when I cry.

And now, July 12, 2005 I write:

My brother Steve is due back from Afghanistan in a matter of days.

My sister had cancer earlier this year but had surgery/radiation to treat it.

Jeb is in Arizona again, this time with his Dad and his brother, and he calls me every night before bedtime.

I'll go home tonight and watch TV with my doggies and I won't cry... unless there's a sad movie on TV.

It's weird to look at one day in time and compare it to the exact same day, a year later. Some things change, some things don't. And for that, I'm thankful.

that was then - this is now