They are two young men who never met and yet they keep coming together in my life without knowing it. Back in July I had written two posts on them; one was killed in action and the other had just won the right to join the Marines.
This weekend, I was on Facebook on Saturday and saw this picture:
And it was Saturday night when I got to talk on the phone to my nephew as he was preparing to leave for boot camp. I've been encouraging my sister for months that this is a GOOD thing, that this is an amazing accomplishment for her son. He overcame cancer, he beat the odds and instead of hitting the easy button, he chose to join the Marines! She should be proud! She should be happy! I have to admit that now that the time is here, I'm having a hard time being upbeat. I mean, look at this face:
I'm just the aunt/godmother and I don't see him hardly ever but I miss him already. Boot camp is not an easy thing and even though he has battled cancer and it was horrible, this battle is something completely different. I could not love him anymore if he were my own and I hate to think about all that he is going to endure over the next three months.
The bottom line, though, my own personal misery aside, is that there are two mothers that won't have their sons with them for Christmas. For one, there will be phone calls and Skype and eventually, they will have their Christmas's together again, for the other, she will never have that. My heart breaks for both of them.
It isn't just the individual who is in the military, it is their family as well. I have so many friends who have children serving in branches of the military all over the world and I never understood even part of what they go through until recently. I pray for my boy's safety. I pray that he perseveres and finishes well and that it is all that he wants it to be.
I pray for all of the mom's out there with children serving...you are the bravest of them all.