Drill Weekend Can Be Hard

I hesitate to even write this post. I have not been through any deployments yet, and the longest the Army has separated us since we were married, was two weeks last summer. Which in my mind means I have no right to gripe about a little 3 day drill.

Still, I'm finding this drill weekend rough, and it's only the first night, and he left less than 12 hours ago. 

Why is this weekend so rough, you might be asking yourself?

This is the first drill weekend, the first weekend without my husband, since my mothers death. 

I've found that I've been reflecting. Thinking, deep in thought in many ways. 

I have also been crying, letting myself cry. 

I've been wanting things to carry me through. Hobbies, and distractions, and reminders that will keep me happy and keep her memory close to me. 

I'm grateful for the knowledge I have gained through study and prayer. The Atonement of Jesus Christ has provided the eternal life that will allow my mother and I to once again be together after this earthly life is complete.