it seems like i worked on this forever, when in reality it was a few months, off and on. i had to start and stop, not just for perspective, but for sanity.
i still remember getting the news that my dearest and closest friend had become a widow...she was no longer a sister military wife. my heart broke for her, her daughter, and the countless others that i had never met. and at the same time there were tears of relief, that my husband had not yet gone to iraq, and that he was still here. and even though i had only met david for a moment, i knew he must have been a great guy if she had fallen for him.
time passed, and now it is my turn to wait as my marine sits in iraq. he's been gone for 129 days, and every day i fear the path that she and others have been made to walk. i guess this was a way for me to deal with those fears; to try in vain to quiet the voices of uncertainty in the recesses of my mind.
to try to describe how much her letting me incorporate their memories into this project means to me would be foolish...an exercise in futility...