I've hit a new low in my life. I'm freaking miserable. I know I can handle this deployment, but I miss him something fierce. This is going on like four days that I've not even gotten to hear from him via email, and its torture. I miss his voice, his smile, his arms, everything. This isn't fair, and this shit is for the birds. I'm just ready to have him home. </3
I need mudspace to keep two people in prayer for me.
1.) Spc. Smith: He was deployed with my fiance, and found out yesterday morning that his three year old son stopped breathing and was pronounced dead two nights ago. All of this while in Afghanistan serving our country. He was send home early yesterday morning. Please keep this family in your thoughts and prayers.
2.) Grannie (Elouise Hill): She is 84 years old, and was admitted to ICU due to severe kidney failure. While she's not ACTUALLy MY Grannie, she IS the great-grandmother of my best friend, and I pretty much adopted this woman as MY own granny six years ago. Please, please, please remember the Hill/Galanty family, as well as myself. I dunno what we'd all do without our Gran.
