A Moment Later
...uck head on by a truck. Then slowly the tears began to run down my face. The chaplain reached over trying to comfort me, as I crouched over with my elbows on my knees and my hands on my forehead. I sat that way for awhile, the tears kept coming and the only thing I saw was her face there in front of me. As time went on I slowly recovered to where I was able to stand up and walk to my room. Where I sat down on my bunk and resumed where I had left off in the office. I was told arrangements for me to go home were being made, and that I would leave tomorrow. I sat there the rest of the night, I don’t remember how I eventually fell asleep, but I did. The next day I was up at six a.m. and on my way home. I had been given two weeks leave before I had to return to training. The plane ride home seemed like forever. I spent most of my time thinking about my mother. How her and my sister had loved each other more than just as a mother or a daughter, they were each others best friends. My mom and sister would always say I loved you first to each other, it was there special saying to each other. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what my mother was going through. Finally I landed in Buffalo late in the afternoon. As I walked down towards the main gate I could barely walk, I don’t know if it was cause my legs were asleep from the plane or I had so much running through my mind. I reached the last corner before where I was to meet my family. I stopped, leaned up against the wall and took a few deep breathes, realizing now more than ever I needed to be strong for my mom and dad. I turned the corner and immediately saw my mom. She was leaning up against my father with his arm around her. It had been three months since I had seen them, and this was not the way I wanted to come home. My mom noticed me before anyone else, I walked up to her, dropped my bag and wrapped both my arms around her. Soon after my brother and my dad joined us in our hug. We drove home together where barely anything was said. I stepped into my house knowing that something was missing. I could not go upstairs to my room yet, because that meant I would have to pass by Jamie’s room which I couldn’t handle yet. I went to the couch in the living room and sat down, where my dad sat next to me and said we will get through this together. I wouldn’t have been able to do it any other way. Family and friends were at my house every day for the two weeks I was home. I found it difficult to be around so many people as if I was suppose to act like I was ok. I spent most of my time in the basement by myself listening to music, remembering the memories that I had with my sister. I eventually made my way into her room, where I laid my head in her pillow, remembering the scent I had known since...