How many times does a mom walk into a child's room...and still catch her breath because she knows it sits empty? They have left and now sleep, recreate, chill out in another place. Oh ...I'm still trying to figure that one out...
Whenever Justin gets an oh-so-fast---way too brief liberty to get back to Charlotte I always go up and check his room after he departs to see if there's any laundry to do, and to change the bed. Oh, yes...tears still well up. Guess it takes a while.
Kat is the oldest, but she is still at home, (though we don't see much of her!) - so Justin was really the first to leave the nest.
Posting some pics of what makes me miss him when I enter his Marine haven.
Papa Shaw's flag (grandfather)
Believe it or not, Justin's bed was originally an old rope bed that belonged to his great great grandmother! (yeah, it creaks )
Graduating Class - Parris Island where it all began, where the title was earned with blood,sweat and tears.
So, yes, I have a lot of emotion when I step into this room. But it is all good. This place is here and ready anytime he needs to rest, escape and come back home to a family that is waiting with open arms, relishing the time with him, missing him and loving him. We are proud of him, We all respect him for what he faced and endured. We honor him, a USMC Marine. God bless him. God bring them all home.
This one remains back at LeJeune. It is a picture I framed and gave to him. A lone soldier sits in the wall...guarding from his post. It has the verse from Joshua 1:9. The one I told Justin to memorize and take with him in his heart wherever he walked.
"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go."
a personal post for my e-journal...