So today is the BIG day! You might be asking yourself “what day is that?” well let me tell you guuurl…
today is Franks OUR VERY LAST DAY IN THE NAVY!!
23 years for him… about 22 for the two of us and respectively about 21, 19 and 17 years for our kids…. Franks parents have been supporting him for at LEAST 23 years of active duty but more like 43 years in total! I think you should feel free to add a comment to this post so we can figure out how long YOU have been serving alongside us!!
Honestly I can say that Frank hasn’t done this alone and our family hasn’t accomplished the joy and misery that is loving and supporting a sailor alone… all of you should have a glass raised as we celebrate the wonder it is to finally shake the dust off of these boondockers and move on to what The Lord has for us next!
Frank is a quiet guy… why he married this particular LOUD girl, I have no clue… at any rate he is quiet… I would have a HUGE party and all of the people in our world over to ring out this milestone of a day however…
I decided today should be celebrated his way (but add red wine to my menu)… so don’t feel like you got left out… I was trying to arrange for two or three close families to celebrate with us tonight but Frank just wasn’t down with that. We had no party (big OR small) and there will be no ceremony…. Frank took me out to dinner (spaghetti eddies is our fave place… afterwards the kids joined us (minus my Kirsten ***sniff***sniff***) for a loud night of Apples to Apples and Kansas City Rummy, snacks, and of course his favorite “Mammy’s Cheesecake”.
I am honoring the enormity of this day by blogging… writing has always been a great way for me to sort out my feelings… So many things have been racing thru my mind today as I think of what this day closes itself on…
So for those of you who don’t know: Frank and I met on board the USS Merrimack (AO-179)… ahh the memories of our first date can be rekindled with just the slightest odor of JP5… we walked from pier 10 down to McDonalds…. yes its still there… then off to a movie… the rest is history… in short order we started our family. Frank was deployed when Kirsten and Nadine were born, home for Alyssa’s arrival and was able to stick around for Franklin’s first 10 days.
back in the day!
Can I recount all the duty stations? The moves? The deployments? The oooh so short LEO ops, and the even shorter weeks in and out that nobody else seemed to think counted but me and the kids? Or maybe reminisce about “shore duty” that left me alone more than a ships schedule did… Can I tell you how many of the kids birthdays were spent hunkered down at the house waiting for that all important birthday call?? Dare I try to number the anniversaries that were celebrated with us halfway across the world from each other(more than half of the years we celebrated we did so alone)? Holidays apart… Should I regale you with stories about how it felt to be left at an airport with four children under four, for 8 months … with one of those children just 10 days old? … or maybe about the occasion where I was fresh out of surgery and still wrangling little ones and had to lean on my crutches to wave at the ship as it pulled out? uggh now I am getting depressed…
yeah all that was hard… REAL HARD. It seemed to get harder with every underway, not just the big ones that seem to “count” to everyone else. I remember being more crushed and despondent when Frank left on his last deployment than I did when I left him halfway thru a med on our first deployment. None of what the Navy has handed me and my family was something I would have chosen… BUT …
I would not trade a single drop of loneliness, heartbreak and struggle for a different life. For ONE reason:
I will take from these last 22 years a great and abiding trust and love for GOD! I have had to lean on Him in the absence of my husband in a way I don’t think I would have if Frank had been at home. I have grown as a Christian woman and learned to depend on the God who is all things to me… I have learned to allow HIM to be all things to me instead of expecting Frank to be…
If you are sitting 5, 10, or even 15 or more years into a full commitment to serving Our Country… don’t despair.
If you think everyone in your life is not getting your pain, don’t shut yourself off from your support.
If you are tempted to feel angry and bitter when your hubby calls from Seychelles while you are getting thrown up on or are delousing your house or sitting in the middle of a dryer you took apart because you can’t afford to call the repair guy… don’t take it out on him when he finally does call.
If you are wondering why these crazy people at church are always asking you how your deployed husband is doing… just remind yourself these people are searching for a way to ask you how they could possibly help…
If you are in the middle of IT… hang in there… nothing is worth celebrating if it isn’t worth working for!
I would have taken the first out I could have found and ran for the hills, I saw many women who did just that… ran from the hard times instead of letting God grow them in the midst of it… so if you are feeling like no one gets it and you aren’t being supported, loved or valued or properly taken care of in the middle of your part of serving our country… maybe you can look at it from God’s perspective…. if everyone bails you out and makes it all easy on you… you won’t depend on God the way you could. Your church family is there, they will hug on you, bring you a meal, find a great repair guy and maybe someone to wrestle with your little man who needs man time … but they aren’t supposed to be doing God’s job just like your sailor isn’t supposed to be doing God’s job! Embrace the moments that come … good, bad, and ugly… for what they are … moments that can grow you closer to God! God will provide the right people to minister to you when you most need it… whether it is you or your sailor… Just know that at this moment you are being refined and made more into His image if you will but allow Him to minister to you and your family.
We need to say thank you to the people around us who have dealt with the drama that is Navy life… thank you to our church family who has been our true family and helped us to find God and cling to Him so we could make it through each and every day of each and every deployment… thank you to the close friends (who are family) that have held us together when we were ready to fall apart… so many of you God has strategically placed in our lives for just the right moment and just the right need… and you all stepped up and answered His call and served us in a way that allowed us to see God… THANK YOU!!
Maybe I am rambling … but maybe there is a nugget of truth and wisdom… take my words for what they are worth. In the end I think this all boils down to God… He has made the last 23 years possible and worth it… I pray He is able to transform your struggles in the way He has transformed our struggles…
One last note … I was on comms when desert storm/shield started, heard the order for those first missiles. Frank was underway less than 10 days after 9/11 and spent everything but transit time of an 8 month deployment in the Gulf… we know what it is to serve in war times… our thoughts and prayers… our thanks … go out to you who are now standing the watch during these times of turmoil… Thank you for serving and supporting….
We/I love you all and adore you for all you have done to help us through the last 23 years!
Hug, hug, kiss, kiss, hugs and LOTS of love and prayers!!
Charlotte