The Greatest Casualty Is Being Forgotten

It's been such a long time since I've posted last. I've meant to keep up with this blog, but I have been running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Chickens still run once beheaded, you know.

I decided to stop counting the days until my brother comes home because it always just makes me so sick to my stomach. It's like a dream sequence in a horror movie when you see a door at the end of the hallway and you almost reach it, but then the hallway extends and the door is a million miles away. Well, that's how I feel. I'm just taking it day by day trying to make it through.

I still get my niece every weekend, which is so nice because she and Cash love each other so much. I love having a piece of my brother here with me, it makes my heart long a little less.

I have signed up for an 8K run (5 miles) benefiting the Wounded Warrior Project. I am so nervous I could throw up. For the average person 5 miles is a lot, I'm totally making that up right now to make myself feel better because I'm not as physically prepared as I should be.

I figure though, if my brother can manage living in a different country far away from home and his family, the least I can do is run in honor of him and all the military service members who have suffered an injury, visible and some not so visible--as well as those who sadly lost their lives. This charity is so near and dear to my heart, it doesn't get nearly enough publicity. The money raised goes to an extremely important cause. To learn more, go to their website and check it out. http://www.woundedwarriorproject.org/ 

Well..I have got to run. I'm an avid procrastinator, therefore, I must get my music list ready for my run walk crawl. Wish me luck!

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