Say a Little Prayer for You

Confession, freaders….I’ve got a big brother. Yes, yes, I am the baby sister.

I don’t talk about family much on here, mostly for their privacy, but since I’m not badmouthing anyone, I figured confessing I had more than a sister, is okay. But yes, I’ve got two older half siblings, a brother and a sister.

Freaders, as I write this, my big brother, whom I have, over the past few years, come to appreciate and respect much more than I did when I was younger when he terrorized me as the baby sister, is on his way to Afghanistan. No matter how many times he’s punched me on the arm, or how many times it hurt, I’d go back to that, and annoying my mother with “make him stooopppp” any day. Hearing my mother tell me with a shaky voice that he was leaving tonight, was just…sad. We’ve seen it coming but no matter how long you have to prepare for it, nothing prepares you when a loved one heads into a war zone.

I am so grateful, for the bonds we’ve made over the past few years, as he and I have both grown up and realized that we only get one family and unfortunately, we don’t get to pick and choose the ones who are blood. He was at my college graduation, and most recently, a groomsman in my wedding. I can’t tell you all how much that meant to me.

It’s weird, everyone has different experiences when a loved one is deployed and I imagine that it’s different whether it’s a husband who you can’t fall asleep next to for X number of months, or whether it’s a father, or brother. But I do know one thing for certain, all politics and comparisons aside, we all pray. Pray that they stay safe, and that they come home to us safely.

So freaders, to all of you who have someone you love overseas – no matter where they are – I’ll say a little prayer for you and your loved ones, if you say a little prayer for mine.

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