It's the last week of November, only a couple more weeks of class. This semester has gone by pretty quickly, probably because it's been so busy. The holidays are rolling around and so many people are getting into the "Christmas Spirit."
I'm not really one of them.
Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Christmas. I just don't get all excited for it weeks in advance anymore. I enjoy getting to spend time with my friends and family and remembering the reason for the holiday, I just don't get all jolly about it a month before it happens. Not to mention this Christmas is going to be a lot different.
I dropped my dad off at the airport last Friday night. The way airports are now makes it impossible for a long goodbye. I gave him a hug and told him goodbye, as did my sister and brother. My mom had been crying since I pulled up to the curb at the departures terminal. I know she's going to have the hardest time with this whole thing.
I keep thinking about the fact that he'll be gone for over a year, and that doesn't seem so horrible. But I neglect to recognize the risk that he faces while being over there. I don't think about the chance that he might die. I mean, it's a war zone. We are in a war. He is required to carry a gun everywhere he goes because there are constantly people there that are going to try to kill him.
But I don't think about that. I'd rather only consider that if it becomes a reality. I pray it doesn't.