Saturday, August 22, 2009

I have had the hardest week ever.

On Tuesday Me and Mason dropped Paul off at the recruiter's station and they took him to New Orleans. The 19th was his ship date, Wednesday, and they dropped him off at the airport at noon and his plane didn't leave untill 7. I guessing he didn't get to Ft. benning till about 10:00.

On Friday at 3:00pm I got a phone call but theservice in our area has been so bad it dropped. I must have cried for hours. I felt so bad. All we said was hey.I knew there was no way for him to call back either. That night I made sure i put my phone somewhere in my house that had service and i could hear it but around 9:30 pm I heard the message tone telling me I had a voice mail, Yeah it was him again. He ended upo calling his mom after that because they had gotten 10 min to call so she told him what was going on with my phone. I still feel so bad. He told her he was ok and that He was doing ok.

Then this morning I got another call and I got to talk to him for about 30 seconds before the call dropped again.

Needless to say I have been crying for the past few days now. My mom and I worked out a situation to forward my phone to her house phone when I am at home because we live right next door to each other so hopefully if by some grace he get's to call again I'll be ready.