Last summer after we departed from the Marine Corps we were at a transition stage. We went back home to Wisconsin and spent a few months there catching up with our friends and family. It felt great to be “home” after being away for so long.
This summer it has hit me that we aren’t in Wisconsin for the summer. We are in Colorado. A place we have attempted to call home, but we will never feel the comfort or the familiarity that we feel when we are in Wisconsin. We don’t get to share memories or special occasion with our friends and families. We don’t get to see our child grow up with his grandparents or cousins.
Instead we are here in a state with little friends and no family. Where I can’t help but feel lonely on a daily basis. Not a day goes by where I don’t think of our summer in Wisconsin. Little things trigger my memory and my heart felts empty.
When I smell fresh cut grass I think of this,
When I see thunder clouds roll in I think of this,
When I see countryside I think of this,
When I think of celebrating the 4th of July I remember this,
When I see the swimming pool I remember this,
When I think of summer nights I remember this,
When I think of life I think of this,
These make me miss last summer.
These make me miss Wisconsin.
These make me miss family.
These make me miss friends.
But most of all these make me long for a life at home.
A life filled with family, friends, and new memories.
I just hope someday our dream comes true and we are back where we feel we belong.
Where we wont live thinking of
old memories, but instead live creating new memories.