Sacrifices are a part of life. Most of the sacrifices that we make are insignificant. We work more hours for an extra dollar, we say yes when we want to say no, we eat vegetables instead of cheesecake, and we call that difficult. We never really expect to actually have to make a sacrifice that impacts us. As a military wife, my children and I watched our precious hero get on buses and airplanes countless times for various specialized trainings and even war. We always did so with the expectation that he would soon return. On our third prolonged deployment our hero did not return, at least not in the manner that we expected.
My name is Amy Roy. On July 8, 2009 my world changed forever when three men delivered the news that I would never see my husband alive again. My Marine would not be returning as I expected. This is a compilation of my struggles old and new. It is everything that I want to say to my husband…the good, the bad, the ugly, and I believe the beautiful. It is also a lot of things that I want to say to other people. As time has passed it has also become about my new life, my new love, and all the ups and downs that come with it.
*My only disclaimer for this site is that I am often brutally honest about myself and my own feelings. I can’t apologize for my feelings and I won’t apologize for them. Everything that I write I mean, and it is carefully thought out. I don’t take sharing my feelings lightly…so I hope you enjoy it and if you don’t, then please don’t come back. Also, my comments are all monitored…so if you don’t have something nice to say, don’t even bother posting.*