I am not smart.
In fact, I'm really, really stupid.

Reading this article on war widows after a friend's husband's recent close call and following the story from my previous post simply is. not. smart.
In fact, it's a sure way to land me on the floor after midnight with my head on the 60 pound dog's bed, his head curled into the back of my neck and a paw thrown over my shoulder to comfort me as I cried. (This very same dog is very territorial and not too keen on others in his space, but he didn't have a bit of a problem sharing his bed with me for a few minutes. I think I love him a little more right now.)
I mean, seriously. I'm not smart at all.
I'm willing the phone to ring, but he probably thinks I'm asleep.
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Jennifer Funkhouser
Proud wife of
CPT Alex Funkhouser
KIA 29 May 06
Baghdad, Iraq
Big hugs honey... Sounds like she offered you wonderful advice.
I remember not sleeping at all, having Adam call me and forbid me to read anymore blogs of that nature. I haven't since. Good Luck-- Hang in there!
So. You're not alone in stuff like this.
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