Hidden Sacrifices

Hello my friends,

It has been quite awhile since I last wrote. Recently, there have been some events in my life that have caused me to really examine who I want to be as a person, and the type of person I want to become. I enjoy writing, it is a release of sorts to me. So I am going to try and start blogging again, mostly for myself but I hope you get some enjoyment out of it. I want to continue to bring humor into much of what I write, mostly because it keeps me looking at the bright side of life. I look back on my previous posts, and while they bring a smile to my face, I also remember how scared and alone I felt at times. I didn’t write about that, perhaps to try and pretend like I was above all of that, I am not really sure, but going forward, I am going to be as real as I can here. I am going to share my joys, my griefs, my delights. There will be short thoughts, there will be rambles, there will be humor. But mostly, there will be realness. And truth. Thank you for your patience and encouragement, it means the absolute world. And please, if you feel inclined, share your truths with me as well.

About 90 minutes after this picture was taken, it felt like half of my heart was being ripped out of my chest.. I had to say goodbye for quite awhile to the man who had become my other half. But before that, as I was walking around watching all of the pre-deployment festivities take place, I realized something that really shifted my views on this country.

I saw wives clinging to their husbands of less than a year, trying to memorize and re-memorize every feature of their faces, I saw grown men stroke their daughter’s ponytails and tear up as they thought about the months of their lives they were going to miss, I saw late term pregnant mother’s rubbing their stomachs, watching their husbands load up their gear into the bus that was about to take them away, knowing they were going to miss the birth and first few months of their child’s lives.

I saw women who were trying so hard to be brave for their Marines and would only let a tear slip or their chin tremble when he wasn’t looking.

I saw couples getting ready to go through this for the seventh time.

I saw strength and courage and sacrifice that I have never experienced before, I saw what makes this country great. It’s the constant sacrifices of thousands of men and women, children and families who are torn from what they hold most dear to their hearts, so that millions of Americans never have to experience the pain that comes from such separation. Before Keegan, I had always heard about the great service our military does for our country, but until I literally watched hearts breaking right in front of me, and felt my own shatter, I never knew the depth of that sacrifice.

And the thing that really is getting to me, is I still don’t.

These men and women are willing and ready to sacrifice their very lives for people they will never meet. I will never fully be able to fully grasp such an honor, but I will always be so incredibly thankful to them, to all of you, for what you have given up so I can be free.

Thank you, and thank you to the families that stand behind these men and women.


Much love to all,



2 thoughts on “Hidden Sacrifices

  1. I am so happy that you will be blogging during this difficult time for you. I love to read your view of things and I know you feel deeply are passionately about what you share. You have accurately put into words what we as Americans should feel about our military and don’t because it happens “out there, somewhere” and we don’t see it or have one of our loved ones going to the dangerous places. But you have experienced first hand how it feels and what it looks like and I am so inspired by how you have portrayed and brought to life this scene we all should experience.
    When someone puts their life on the line for us, we should at least have an idea of what they are going through. My experience in hard things has taught me that somehow we do survive and grow from them and are better prepared for the next struggle that comes along–and it will. God has promised us suffering will come and is a part of life. If we embrace them and don’t run from them we can feel the strength that prevails through them, being honest that they hurt and we’d prefer they just go away. We have to look for other good things to fill our days and wait patiently for them to pass–and sometimes it is a long time–and sometimes a life time but then we seek the One who knows and feels our pain and can bring relief and solace. He walks through pain with us because He Himself has suffered the most by physical, mental and spiritual pain. Snuggle up to Jesus during this time and find comfort, companionship and even humor and happiness will soon walk with you until Keegan is home at last. It will be a time of growth, compassion for others and memories and a chance to write letters and say things that will be part of your story someday. Look for someone who needs what you can give because of your experiences. Your days will be enriched. Try not to look upon this time as a time of dread or darkness but as a time of learning, helping others and preparation for the next stage of your life. “Bloom where you are planted” the saying goes and make a beautiful, fragrant flower that brings joy to others. You are loved dear Granddaughter and missed too! Gma Pat

    1. Hi McGee,
      Rabia and I are glad to learn that you’re getting back to blogging and look forward to future efforts. We want you to know that we are proud of you for what you have accomplished in your life so far and expect that great things lie ahead.
      We’re also proud of you for noticing and appreciating the scene that unfolded the day of Mr. Keegan’s departure. Your observations, in the midst of your own sorrow, were very astute and mature and we thank you for sharing them. It’s amazing to me to realize that every person in every branch of the service is a volunteer and that they go to crappy places like Mr. Keegan and his compatriots have gone, in one way or another, by choice.
      There is every reason to believe that your beau and (very nice photo by the way), and his buds, will all return safely. I the mean time, get in that airplane and FLY!

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