Forty-three years. That is how long it has been since I left home. Barely 18. In fact, just 13 days after my 18th birthday.
I am still amazed that it has been that long. I do not feel as if so many years have passed. Yet, life’s clock does not lie.
Thirteen days ago, I spent my 61st birthday attending the 2016 Pierce County Cancer Survivor Conference. It was certainly not what I might have believed 43 years ago that I would be doing in 2016.
Yet, I am thankful for life. I am thankful for the life I have lived…and am continuing to life.
But I still, for the life of me, cannot figure out where the years went. It seems like just a few years ago that I was taking the oath of enlistment.
Rather than rehash old stories, if you are interested in reading the story of the day that I left for the Air Force, you can visit the link to my blog post from two years ago: 41 years later: Freedom and independence was bittersweet