I read a new article at the internet today that made me shed few more tears today.
It was Obama’s open letter to his daughters.
He talked about why he ran for President. his wish-list for his daughters on the kind of life he wants for them when they grow up (or something like that). He talked about his visions for the United States and what he will strive to achieve.
The 7th paragraph touched my heart in a different way.
Obama said he would strive to send young Americans to war ‘only for good reasons’, trying first to settle differences with other nations peacefully.
Perhaps for mothers, wives, husbands, daughters, sons, brothers, sisters, friends and relatives of any American, young or old, wearing a uniform and fighting a war that does not seem to end, they must be feeling the same feeling I have right now.
My heart is hurting too.
After what seems to be a very long time of finding and losing chances, Dave and I are finally together. A relationship built on strong friendship. With a funny marriage proposal, we planned on starting our lives together. Planned a quick wedding. Went to counseling. Postponed a wedding. Planning a big wedding.
But about a week ago, he started his training to go to war.
And as it has been for 21 years, we will be apart again. Me – here to continue planning a wedding. Him – off to Iraq to fight a war that is never his. For 400 days.
A year only has 365 days.
In the next few years, I could only hope that Obama’s words would come true. By then there will be lesser people like me who worries day and night, praying in silence that everything will be okay.
It was Obama’s open letter to his daughters.
He talked about why he ran for President. his wish-list for his daughters on the kind of life he wants for them when they grow up (or something like that). He talked about his visions for the United States and what he will strive to achieve.
The 7th paragraph touched my heart in a different way.
Obama said he would strive to send young Americans to war ‘only for good reasons’, trying first to settle differences with other nations peacefully.
Perhaps for mothers, wives, husbands, daughters, sons, brothers, sisters, friends and relatives of any American, young or old, wearing a uniform and fighting a war that does not seem to end, they must be feeling the same feeling I have right now.
My heart is hurting too.
After what seems to be a very long time of finding and losing chances, Dave and I are finally together. A relationship built on strong friendship. With a funny marriage proposal, we planned on starting our lives together. Planned a quick wedding. Went to counseling. Postponed a wedding. Planning a big wedding.
But about a week ago, he started his training to go to war.
And as it has been for 21 years, we will be apart again. Me – here to continue planning a wedding. Him – off to Iraq to fight a war that is never his. For 400 days.
A year only has 365 days.
In the next few years, I could only hope that Obama’s words would come true. By then there will be lesser people like me who worries day and night, praying in silence that everything will be okay.
I know it will be.
It better be.
I can't have my wedding without my groom.
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1 comment:
life is what happens to you while you are making plans (while you are waiting,in your case). take advantage of your time, your waiting time. savor its flavor while you anticipate the real taste of the main course coming.
lab yu!
lanay
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