I’m planning on coming back from the ‘stan alive, but I’m not so naive I believe nothing can happen to me while I’m over there.
So, prior to coming to wonderful Camp Atterbury, I took some time to travel and visit my family (in the off chance that I may never see them again.)
I paid a visit to my only uncle. As a little kid, I used to look up to him. I remember begging him to take me with him as he hit the mall with his best friend, Judy. Sometimes he was too busy to deal with me, but he would usually still try to find time to let me hang out with him so I could feel like I was one of the “big kids.” (I didn’t know it then, but I realize now that was his little way being kind to me.)
Once I joined the Marine Corps, my uncle and I drifted apart. (I guess I figured I was a “man” now, and didn’t really need anyone to look up to anymore.) We were never on bad terms or anything … We just usually only spoke to each other during holidays or whenever our paths would cross during family gatherings. I figured we both had busy lives, and we were just both doing our thing. It’s been like that between us for the past 18 years or so.
But, when I found out I was headed to the ‘stan, I wanted to make sure everyone in the family knew that I loved them. So, talking with him again after such a long time was a real treat. As we hung out and played catch-up, I realized that he and I have something in common: we both are determined to live life to it’s fullest. He and his friends have always been trendy world travelers, never letting anything stop them from doing something they enjoy. On the flip side, I don’t think I became truly committed to enjoying life until I found out there was a possibility I may not have it much longer.
I hope that when I get back from the ‘stan, my uncle and the Lee Family can continue living life to it’s fullest … together.