Thursday, March 13, 2008


I'm less than six hours from seeing my husband. It should have been a welcome home in the SeaTac airport, followed by a drive to the house, a wrestle with the two dogs, and dinner as a family.

Instead, the two boys and I are holed up in the Houston airport on a 3+ hour layover between Seattle and Florida, where we will join up with other grieving family members, including my dear DrChako, who got to come home "early" (3 day) for bereavement leave.

It's not the homecoming he deserves, but in a few hours, he'll be on US soil for good, with nary a scratch. And we'll be with him. I haven't spoken to him for a bit, but I know he's en route.

Sometime later next week, we'll actually be home as a family in our house.

Thank heaven for the USO - we're settled in for these long few hours with all the free snacks, drinks, kids videos, free internet, and other minor comforts we can handle.

Keep DrChako in your thoughts.

Respectfully submitted,

The Wife


BWoP said...

Hang in there!

BamBam said...

Thoughts and prayers still running strong. Massive air ((((hugs))) sent in your general direction. And if you wouldn't mind taking just a moment, tell the Doc he's way deep in my thoughts at all times right now.

When it comes time, there's going to be some near record breaking, (very straight of course)
Man-Hugs and Scotch.

Instant Tragedy said...

Remind him, that we have his back.

We are there.

And we will be there!