Monday, August 2, 2010

A Bag I Wish I Didn't Have To Pack

He's being transported to Washington by Wednesday.
I'll be flying out tomorrow.
The Army will fund the tickets and the hotel room for a month.
I'm not sure how long I'll stay.

They say he's accepted his injuries.
But he'll need plenty of mental and physical therapy before he is alright.
25 years going on 26, far too young...
The lost of a leg and an eye.
his life has been irreversibly changed,
*sigh*
I just hope it isn't killing him inside.

I know he'll be able to recover and through his therapies he can hopefully resume some of the day to day things we all take for granted.


I understand he truly is a hero,
but I've never been a fan of Russian Roulette.
Three times to war ...
First two times he was blessed to come home untouched...
*sigh*

My head is spinning as I write this.
But I need all of my emotions handled before I get on that plane.

I'm here Marcus,
not just being there as a little sis,
but as your strength, I have to help you be well mentally.
The doctors and the therapy will tend to your body.
I'll be there to help restore your energy,
to help give you some smiles, any sense of hope
and all of my love.

Mommy, Raheem and I are on our way.
We love you,
Keep your spirits up big bro!

Love You,
Silese.

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