I can faintly remember crying every night for two weeks until I realized that crying wasn't going to bring him back home.
It broke my heart. If hearts were made of glass and were outside of the human body, mine would have exploded. It sounds a like I'm exaggerating but I'm not. I'm most definitely not exaggerating. Having one parent leave for two months shouldn't become the norm. It's not healthy, and it's not right. I could go on for days why deployment is such a horrible thing, but at this point, people are only reading this for the drama. It's human nature and it can't be helped.
The next month or so was quite foggy. I simply remember waking up in the mornings, going to school, coming home, doing homework, and going outside to play with the other children. That's the simple breakdown of my few months without my father. Fortunately, my mind got a little used to it after a while. It was when my girl scout troop wanted to go to Switzerland to do a few things there. It excited me that I was going somewhere my parents weren't. My mom made me pack a disposable camera so that we could have some pictures but I forgot to take any the whole two weeks I was there. We did a bunch of things like sledding, skiing, and oodles of sightseeing.