This phase of my life is over and another will begin today. My son, my only child, has finished his active duty commitment to the United States Marine Corp.
Yep! He is a civilian, thank you God.
Four years ago, when he graduated from Bootcamp, I thought my heart would explode with the joy I felt for him. He had decided to enlist in the Marines back in elementary school. Everyday after that, became an opportunity for him to prepare for bootcamp.
When he graduated, his face shown with the power received from setting a lofty goal and accomplishing it with honors.
It was one of the highest moments in my life. When he left on his deployment, it was one of the lowest. Everyday, the media bombards us with the horrible news of another soldier or marine killed in combat or someone would send me an email of a moving ceremony or funeral procession down country roads. I know they meant well, it was what they knew to do.
He returned in one piece and went on to do other things in the corp, teaching and so on.
After all of the worries, tears and anticipation, it’s over. For me, it’s over.
He called from just this side of El Paso. You see, he is driving home from Camp Pendleton. Homeward bound.
Thank you God, Archangel Michael, all of the ancestors who watched and smiled. Thank you families and friends and husband, for hanging in there with me and hugging with encouraging words. All that, while you all had your own challenges.
Today he is free but I have been delivered.