Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
After Jonah died, I did receive a monthly check, still do even. It is less than his usual paychecks, but at least it is something. I could possibly make that check pay for my living expenses, but it wouldn’t be comfortable. I’m able-bodied and I love my job, therefore working isn’t a bad thing to me. I like having a savings. Well, when I had one. This whole situation with Brett has pretty much taken everything from me. Especially in the financial department. Sometimes I wonder if he thinks if my accounts get low enough, I’ll come home simply to save money. He is wrong, if that is his headspace.
Leaving, it came down to my life or the house. I chose to live, which meant leaving my home. Four bedrooms, five bathrooms, one acre lot, with a completely fenced in back yard, and Justice’s most recent favorite is the in-ground trampoline. Christmas last year, I had it installed. This is the “safer way to jump” so they say. Without the fall from above, the chances of breaking bones are less. I don’t necessarily think any trampoline is safe, but he loves to jump. As a mom, I struggle watching him do wild things because I don’t want him to get hurt, but he’s a boy who loves to be outdoors. He loves climbing, jumping, running, swinging, and anything that means being outside. Often, I find myself wondering how much fun Jonah would be having with him. I have to stop myself because it continues to churn up the sadness inside me. As much as I can daydream of what might have been, it will never be reality. For my son, I need to be present and not lost in some place in my mind that never can be.
Brett wasn’t this staple in our lives when I purchased the home. Not, initially as in a partner. In fact, when I bought the house if anyone would have asked me about my future … well, the only man it would have featured is Justice.
Brett, though, he played the slow game. He can be quite persuasive or maybe I’m just that stupid. I’d like to think it was the first and not the last, but I need to be accountable for the hand I played in my own downfall.
The man is smart. His connection to Jonah always felt like another piece of my husband to hold onto. He was there, deployed with Jonah. He watched those last moments of his life. In fact, he was so close to the blast zone, his vehicle was shaken and rolled causing him to end up with a traumatic brain injury. Brett is quick to explain his marbles are loose upstairs and remind anyone that anything he possibly does out of line is from this injury.
At first, I felt this connection because he was there for Jonah’s last moments. Then I got to know him. The part of me that loves to nurture wanted to take away the headaches and nightmares he endured. What began as a friendship and a bond over the loss of Jonah became something else.
Eventually, Brett did move in and make some changes to the home, all for Justice. The way he embraced my son is possibly the thing I loved the most in the beginning. He did build the swing set and rock wall for climbing to the top of the slide for Justice. He was the one to dig out and install this trampoline. The house may not be Brett’s technically, but it is his home. There really isn’t a part of it now he hasn’t touched.
I met Brett at Jonah’s funeral. As part of Jonah’s unit, he took his role as brother’s keeper seriously. To him, they were brother’s in arms and it became his duty to step into Jonah’s shoes. I can’t say there was an instant attraction. Frankly, I was on autopilot and focused on settling in for my son. Having a man, a partner, a lover, none of that was even on my mind. No, my entire being was wrapped up in Justice.
The moment his screaming, wet body was placed in my arms, Justice Jonah Schneider became my whole world. He will forever be the center of my universe. The love of a parent to a child is indescribable. The intense connection to him was instantaneous. Every emotion for my son is bigger than anything I have felt in my whole life. Even in the throes of grief, I found love, I found hope in my little man.
Nothing about the pregnancy or birth went according to plan. I dreamed of Jonah and I having a house and raising babies together. It all was cut short when his convoy was ambushed. In a blink it was over. By the time the Army even got the news to me, hours had passed. With the time difference between us, I technically found out a full day after his passing. The moment the commanding officer came to my door everything changed. Even before he spoke.