Not much more happened today at Camp Atterbury. Mostly just more “Death by Powerpoint.”
But, while I was fighting my brain to remain active during the 8 hours of lectures, I started thinking about my Gran’ma. She practically raised me. But when I joined the Marines, I stopped visiting as much as I should. Of course I stay in touch, but I have to admit that I haven’t spent as much time with her as I’d like to.
Of course, now that I have a family of my own, I have to work to balance time between everyone. But as my Grandmother gets older, I think I need to spend more time with her.
But with my trip to the ‘stan, I’m limited. It’s not as if I can just go see her whenever I want. While I’m away, I’ll have to rely on calling her more often.
I’m worried because I don’t want to miss the chance for me to hang out with her more often, but if something happens to me (or her,) while I’m in the ‘stan, then it’s already too late. Sitting in class today I realized that I should have maximized my time with my Grandmother BEFORE I was tapped to deploy, because the telephone and internet is no substitution for lost time.
I created a new page on the website today, dedicated to my Gran’ma. (I also added one about Muna, too.) Please check ‘em out.
I’ve got to go now … I’m gonna stop messin’ with the internet and give them both a call.