It has been a long time since I have last written. To say a lot has been going on would be an understatement. Jason has been gone a lot with training and just left yesterday again for two weeks. Some know, others may not, but he will be going back to Afghanistan again in May. Leading up to it, he has a lot of training scheduled. He will be going back to California again in January for a month, he's not looking forward to going back already. Of course, yet again, he will be gone on our anniversary. We have been married 7 years in January, 2 of which we have spent together. Oh well, I think anniversaries are more important and special the older you get. So once we hit 17 years, we should spend them all together after that. ha.
As most of you know, Buppa passed away on September 29th. I'm not sure if I have shared in previous blogs that he was diagnosed with Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease. The odds of getting it, one in a million. I thought that knowing we would be losing him soon would make it easier, but nothing prepared me for the call. It had been 2 months since I heard his voice, and I still ached for a phone call and him on the other end saying "hi sweetheart". I ache for his laugh and his sweet kisses.
I don't know if my Mom knew what she was doing last Christmas when she put old home movies onto dvd's and gave them to us, but I have pulled them out and 3/4s of the videos are of Buppa behind the camera. He filmed everything. Listening to his voice and hearing his laugh...it makes me feel better, yet sad all at the same time. Life was just amazing having him be a part of it. His love, his giving, his determination, his huge heart...no one will ever compare to him. These are 2 slide shows that my Uncle put together for Buppa's funeral, they perfectly reflect who Buppa was.
If Jason and have half the amazing life that Grandma and Buppa had, then we did something right. To say they are an inspiration, is an understatement. 56 years years is amazing.
The sacrifices that my family made the last few months were extreme. But really, I wouldn't even call it sacrifices, more an unconditional love. My Grandma, my parent's, my uncles, my cousins and their families...I'm pretty sure they have defined what a family is and what it means. My family is...well, I don't think there are words. We love unconditionally, and we laugh...loud and uncontrollably!
I'll leave it there. Buppa was one of a kind.
