Finding Support and Communication

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Waiting for that first letter from my son, a soldier-in-training at Basic Training, was miserable.

For those of you who want to catch up on my story, here are the first two parts:

My Son Left, and I Didn’t Get To Say Goodbye

The First Call Home

Hearing my son’s voice on the phone was amazing. It told me he was okay and surviving whatever it was he was going through. Not being able to talk to him and not having any way of communicating was the hardest part. Once he told me that I would receive a letter, the obsession switched from waiting for his call, to checking the mail.

Speaking with one of my managers at work, I told her what was going on, and she asked me if I had checked the Facebook page yet.

What????

This was a game changer, and something that I wish I had known about all along.