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Thoughts on Rob's retirement OT (severely)
Tomorrow, today, September 17 is Rob's last day in the army. It seems
strange to know that we won't have the same life that we were used to. True, this last year has been different than before, but there was still the thought that Rob was in the military. No more field problems with Rob coming home, hot, tired, dusty, muddy, happy, irritated or complaining about whatever went wrong. No more family support group meetings with women who understood when I said something like, "I need to get the wash machine fixed before Rob goes TDY next week, or it will break down." No more Christmas, Easter, Halloween, Organization day parties/picnics. No more overcooked hamburgers or half cooked chicken that is almost gone anyway by the stampede of single soldiers forcing their way in line anyway. No more 4 am wake ups to take Rob to work because one of our vehicles is on the fritz. No more picking Rob up from work at 11 pm because some test pilot decided that he was bored and wanted to test fly at 6 pm. No more Christmases, birthdays, anniversaries, and other holidays with him halfway around the world from us. No more single parenthood. No more loads of olive underwear, chameleon (camouflage) uniforms, Lizard (flight) suits, or brown T-shirts. No more worrying that he'll be caught in a helicopter crash, die traveling between home or work, or that he'll be deployed and I won't get to say good-bye. No more complaints about his job, hours, cold feet, wet feet, lights on at weird hours, or any of the other complaints I used to have abut his work. So why in the h*ll am I so sad? Pam S. |
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"Tanada" wrote in message ... Tomorrow, today, September 17 is Rob's last day in the army. It seems strange to know that we won't have the same life that we were used to. True, this last year has been different than before, but there was still the thought that Rob was in the military. No more field problems with Rob coming home, hot, tired, dusty, muddy, happy, irritated or complaining about whatever went wrong. No more family support group meetings with women who understood when I said something like, "I need to get the wash machine fixed before Rob goes TDY next week, or it will break down." No more Christmas, Easter, Halloween, Organization day parties/picnics. No more overcooked hamburgers or half cooked chicken that is almost gone anyway by the stampede of single soldiers forcing their way in line anyway. No more 4 am wake ups to take Rob to work because one of our vehicles is on the fritz. No more picking Rob up from work at 11 pm because some test pilot decided that he was bored and wanted to test fly at 6 pm. No more Christmases, birthdays, anniversaries, and other holidays with him halfway around the world from us. No more single parenthood. No more loads of olive underwear, chameleon (camouflage) uniforms, Lizard (flight) suits, or brown T-shirts. No more worrying that he'll be caught in a helicopter crash, die traveling between home or work, or that he'll be deployed and I won't get to say good-bye. No more complaints about his job, hours, cold feet, wet feet, lights on at weird hours, or any of the other complaints I used to have abut his work. So why in the h*ll am I so sad? Pam S. Because it was a way of life that you two lead for many years. Don't let anyone try to fool you will miss it after a while. The main thing is try and find something to get into. Vol. at VA or anything, but don't sit in front of that TV. I did that after I got out and it all most killed me. Now no matter what I'm on the go. I don't care what I have to take or how much it hurts get out of the house. BTW I still wake at five every morning. Eyes just pop open like I have to get ready for PT. Mike |
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"Tanada" wrote in message ... Tomorrow, today, September 17 is Rob's last day in the army. It seems strange to know that we won't have the same life that we were used to. True, this last year has been different than before, but there was still the thought that Rob was in the military. No more field problems with Rob coming home, hot, tired, dusty, muddy, happy, irritated or complaining about whatever went wrong. No more family support group meetings with women who understood when I said something like, "I need to get the wash machine fixed before Rob goes TDY next week, or it will break down." No more Christmas, Easter, Halloween, Organization day parties/picnics. No more overcooked hamburgers or half cooked chicken that is almost gone anyway by the stampede of single soldiers forcing their way in line anyway. No more 4 am wake ups to take Rob to work because one of our vehicles is on the fritz. No more picking Rob up from work at 11 pm because some test pilot decided that he was bored and wanted to test fly at 6 pm. No more Christmases, birthdays, anniversaries, and other holidays with him halfway around the world from us. No more single parenthood. No more loads of olive underwear, chameleon (camouflage) uniforms, Lizard (flight) suits, or brown T-shirts. No more worrying that he'll be caught in a helicopter crash, die traveling between home or work, or that he'll be deployed and I won't get to say good-bye. No more complaints about his job, hours, cold feet, wet feet, lights on at weird hours, or any of the other complaints I used to have abut his work. So why in the h*ll am I so sad? Pam S. change has a way of making us feel sad sometimes, even though the change is for the better. Don't worry, Pam - it'll pass once you've "adjusted" to the new. hugs, Brenda |
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Tomorrow, today, September 17 is Rob's last day in the army. It
So why in the h*ll am I so sad? Transitions are always sad. Because I think it's rather a closed chapter in your life. It's sort of like when our last kid left home. The empty nest was something we'd looked forward to, but still it was sad. But we weren't sad for long, and purrs to you that you won't be either. Because it's also opening a brand new chapter! Sherry |
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It's like - - - - well, it's sorta like misplacing your security
blanket. After thirty years though it will have passed. Best to you and Rob. -- PcolaPhil (Mostly a lurker) "'Remove SPAMNOT. for emailing" "Even if you are on the right track you will get run over if you just sit there," - - - Will Rogers "Tanada" wrote in message ... | Tomorrow, today, September 17 is Rob's last day in the army. It seems | strange to know that we won't have the same life that we were used to. | True, this last year has been different than before, but there was still | the thought that Rob was in the military. | | No more field problems with Rob coming home, hot, tired, dusty, muddy, | happy, irritated or complaining about whatever went wrong. | | No more family support group meetings with women who understood when I | said something like, "I need to get the wash machine fixed before Rob | goes TDY next week, or it will break down." | | No more Christmas, Easter, Halloween, Organization day parties/picnics. | No more overcooked hamburgers or half cooked chicken that is almost gone | anyway by the stampede of single soldiers forcing their way in line | anyway. | | No more 4 am wake ups to take Rob to work because one of our vehicles is | on the fritz. | | No more picking Rob up from work at 11 pm because some test pilot | decided that he was bored and wanted to test fly at 6 pm. | | No more Christmases, birthdays, anniversaries, and other holidays with | him halfway around the world from us. | | No more single parenthood. | | No more loads of olive underwear, chameleon (camouflage) uniforms, | Lizard (flight) suits, or brown T-shirts. | | No more worrying that he'll be caught in a helicopter crash, die | traveling between home or work, or that he'll be deployed and I won't | get to say good-bye. | | No more complaints about his job, hours, cold feet, wet feet, lights on | at weird hours, or any of the other complaints I used to have abut his | work. | | So why in the h*ll am I so sad? | | Pam S. |
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"Tanada" wrote:
snippity No more complaints about his job, hours, cold feet, wet feet, lights on at weird hours, or any of the other complaints I used to have abut his work. So why in the h*ll am I so sad? Aww, Pam, you are mourning a lifestyle that you have greatly enjoyed and has brought you much happiness (the rose coloured glasses are looking after the rest). Us hoomins really don't like looking forward to change, we tend to think we are content when everything is "normal" and "familiar" even if the next change could be the best thing thats ever happened to us, often we are happy just to keep things the way they are because we are used to it and we're comfortable. Like when I cried after I left the moron I was with for too long - although I knew 100% that i was making the right decision and it could only be "up" from there on in, I still had to mourn the passing of an era. And so do you. Nothing wrong with mourning you know, you have to go through it as part of the "letting go" process. If you don't you'll always be living in the past, and I simply cannot imagine you & Rob and the rest of the Shirk family & affliates not moving on and living the life that presents itself to you in the fullest. Sure, there will be things you won't be doing any more, and you can visit those memories any time you like, but you'll also be doing stuff that you could have never have done while Rob was still in the Army as well. So, remember, some things will change, and you can't do anything about it. And some things won't no matter how hard you try. But there is a big grey bit in the middle that is entirely up to you. Grab life by the 'nads and enjoy it for what it is: life. Many hugs & purrs. Remember, we are here. Yowie |
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"Tanada" wrote in message
... Tomorrow, today, September 17 is Rob's last day in the army. It seems strange to know that we won't have the same life that we were used to. True, this last year has been different than before, but there was still the thought that Rob was in the military. No more field problems with Rob coming home, hot, tired, dusty, muddy, happy, irritated or complaining about whatever went wrong. No more family support group meetings with women who understood when I said something like, "I need to get the wash machine fixed before Rob goes TDY next week, or it will break down." No more Christmas, Easter, Halloween, Organization day parties/picnics. No more overcooked hamburgers or half cooked chicken that is almost gone anyway by the stampede of single soldiers forcing their way in line anyway. No more 4 am wake ups to take Rob to work because one of our vehicles is on the fritz. No more picking Rob up from work at 11 pm because some test pilot decided that he was bored and wanted to test fly at 6 pm. No more Christmases, birthdays, anniversaries, and other holidays with him halfway around the world from us. No more single parenthood. No more loads of olive underwear, chameleon (camouflage) uniforms, Lizard (flight) suits, or brown T-shirts. No more worrying that he'll be caught in a helicopter crash, die traveling between home or work, or that he'll be deployed and I won't get to say good-bye. No more complaints about his job, hours, cold feet, wet feet, lights on at weird hours, or any of the other complaints I used to have abut his work. So why in the h*ll am I so sad? Pam S. Changes are usually scary, and a little bit sad. You'll probably miss the camaraderie of the military and their wives. However, I'll bet it won't be long before you make new friends and find you're loving a more "normal" life. Joy |
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On Wed, 17 Sep 2003 0:42:52 -0700, Yowie wrote
(in message ): "Tanada" wrote: snippity No more complaints about his job, hours, cold feet, wet feet, lights on at weird hours, or any of the other complaints I used to have abut his work. So why in the h*ll am I so sad? Aww, Pam, you are mourning a lifestyle that you have greatly enjoyed and has brought you much happiness (the rose coloured glasses are looking after the rest). Its an awful shock being out after a career. When I retired I found a lot of changes. The largest was not the not having to get up or being on duty 24/7 and all that. It was a fundemantal change in how I viewed and refered to myself. For 20 years I was a soldier. Its more than how you earn a living. Its a lot harder than moving from one job to another. During that time short hair had enough time to come back into style and soldiering went from being a disrespectful job to a respected and noble profession. I missed being able to tell people I was a soldier. Its tough working just for a paycheck after that. The next hardest thing for me was the routine of every day working. When I was in every day was different from the day before. Every day you did something different. I've been out four years and I still miss it a lot. I wouldn't go back now if I could. But I miss it still. |
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"Tanada" wrote Tomorrow, today, September 17 is Rob's last day in the army. snip So why in the h*ll am I so sad? Oh, Pam, I know the feeling. I cried when I left a job that I had had for nine years, though I hated the job itself, didn't much like my workmates, and had suffered sexual advances from a superior who was completely obnoxious to me. It's just the change from something familiar to something completely different. I had made up my mind overnight to quit when they wouldn't give me time off to attend an entrance exam to the university. I passed and entered the academic world, where I still am, now as an employee. The time is approaching when I think it's time to make a change again. I hope I have the strength to do it. The best of luck with whatever you two choose to do - is the "Merlin" still on the agenda? Purrs and hugs, Marina, Frank and Nikki |
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Tanada wrote:
snip Sounds like more pluses than minuses... So why in the h*ll am I so sad? Because it's human to be afraid of change. Change is unsettling. In that way we're a lot like cats. Let's hope this marks the beginning of a happier life for your family. We'll be hopign it is. -- Victor M. Martinez http://www.che.utexas.edu/~martiv |
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