"We had a mishap with
the aircraft. I'm ok." - My Husband
"I don't think 'mishap' is an appropriate
descriptive word for anything involving a helicopter."
That is the text message I received (and sent) Wednesday afternoon. One that I have received twice before. I HATE text messages like that.
For those who don't know, my husband is a Pilot, a damn good one too! And incidents like this are just a part of his job. And sadly, they're a part of my thoughts almost daily. The reality of being a Military Wife - you discuss death, some more frequently than others.
The Hubs and I have openly talked about what I would do if he should pass. Just the other day I mentioned a cemetary that I thought was lovely (as odd as that sounds), and I asked him what he thought of it. He said, "Who cares where I'm buried, I'll be dead!" "But what do you think?", I said. "Good", he said.
"I don't care where you put me. You can put me in the garage if you want", he said.
"Maybe I can staple gun you to the wall in a scarecrow position", I said.
This is the kind of sick humor we have. We mesh well. But in all honesty, you'll go insane if every second of your life was consumed with your, or your spouses, possible death.
"I'll tell you about it when
I get home. 143!" - My Husband
"I love you too! Be careful." - Me