Friday, July 5th is an average day and it really hit me today, as I was doing my usual tasks of dishes and laundry, that average days are the hardest. My son was a homebody no question. He liked to go running, go to the movies and work out with his best friend, but for the most part, he was home. He liked to sleep in, like any teenager, and then he would get up and take our dog on a run. After that, he would make a huge breakfast. His breakfasts were epic if I do say so myself. If he wasn't working at his job at Culver's, he would settle in on the couch and surf around online, play video games or watch movies. It was sometimes hard to roust him to do his chores but he was always happy to go out on errands with me or go places with the younger kids. I am so grateful for that and I hope that he and the kids will treasure those memories and yet, for now, I fear it makes his absence all the more harsh.
It's been eighteen days and I know we will adjust and while we will always miss him, it won't be so difficult on a daily basis. Although I am not a slogan type person in general, the phrase Army Strong does give me inspiration right now. I know my son is absolutely Army Strong and I know that's what I need to be.