25 years of marriage, who would have thought that was possible….

When I married Mike, we had gone to Spokane to buy a car, we were in shorts and tank tops and looked anything but presentable… so we popped over to Idaho and said our I Do’s at the quickie establishment and headed home… that was 25 years ago and what a ride…

He has stood by me and he walked away from me… 25 years later, we have the answers I had been seeking my whole life and he is still here with me…

I have done my crazy, when my brain injuries did what they do best, change who we really are…. but out of that darkness, I got my memories back…

Every day is new and challenging… mostly with just maintaining my mobility, which is a minute by minute struggle…. it is my invisible disability that christians beat into a little child, the lasting memory of what gods really are… humans…

Life will never be easy, nor simple for me… It will always be a game going on in my head, to understand and extrapolate what I need from that moment in time, without condeming myself for others inadequacies…

Don (dad) has been gone now 13 years this August, and I honestly do not think of him often… only when I have PTSD dreams…. and the same will be for Freda (mom) when she dies… they are not worth my time or thoughts… they are not worth wasting my life on….

As too will it be for other players in my life… I played the dutiful daughter, sister and mother for decades… now it’s my turn to live life my way and not what others want from me… rude awakening is an understatement and dear hubby has seen me in action…. subtle but effective….

25 years, 7 grand kids, and 3 great grand kids… who knew life would explode in such a way… each made by individual choices….

Just like mine…

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Sgt. USAF DAV I Remember… Margie…