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Jun. 3rd, 2008 08:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Memorial Day was... um, so much. We had a small cookout, and the food was great-- I need to make sure Mike's getting enough protein. Okay, adding peanut butter and steak to the grocery list for tomorrow.
Memorial Day can't just be about hamburgers, cole slaw, and beer anymore. Not that it ever was, not when we were on the base, but what if Mike had been killed in that accident? All I'd have of him is a folded flag in a case and a broken heart. Maybe... maybe I wouldn't be here either. A world without Mike wouldn't as bright or vibrant ot meaningful, and not worth living.
When Mike went upstairs to have late afternoon nap, I went out to the barn to have a good long cry about everything that's happened. I almost called Dr. Abernathy, but it was a holiday, and I didn't want to bother him. What's my problem, anyway? Mike's alive, and I won't ever take that for granted. I need to talk to him about things, but it doesn't matter, not really. He's alive, and that's all that matters.