Day 1
June 30, 2010I didn’t blog for a quite a long time because I was preoccupied with my husband’s then trip abroad. He left yesterday, after a week’s delay, and arrived in Bahrain early this morning (Manila time). I only slept after he texted that he’s already there.
I was actually contemplating on continuing this blog, mainly because I’m too sad to continue. But whatever I’m feeling right now is of no revelance. It fails in comparison to my husband’s sacrifice. To be away from family is the hardest, and I can’t help but admire him more for his efforts for our family. I thought I won’t be able to get up today, but I did! And so I’m writing again—will take pictures again—so that he can see how I am coping. I’m writing for him now, so that he will see how I’m living my life with him so far away. So that he can see that yes, I will be okay.
By far, yesterday was the longest and hardest day of my life. It was also the shortest for us to be together. Yesterday, I drew strength from his mom, my mom, and his brother. I didn’t cry in the airport. Not a single tear. If you know me, you know that’s so hard for me to do. I promised him that. The hardest part of it all was going home alone. I thought my heart would explode when I unlocked the door. That’s when I broke down. And as sudden as the tears fell, I stopped. So begins my days alone.
Internet, I’d like you to meet Milo, my 4-month-old choco lab.
Milo, 3 months
Milo, 3 months
Milo, 4 months
He keeps me alive and makes me want to get up in the morning even if I want to sleep in. He gives me a reason to go home. He’s the sweetest, and he will keep me company because right now, during these difficult times, unconditional love is what I need and that’s what my dog is giving me.
