The meds were to help with acute chronic anxiety. Here's what popped my circuit breakers.
Six weeks after I walked my daughter across the beach on Coronado Island in the San Diego Bay to marry her night in shining armor, a Naval Pilot, complete with violins, doves, and an archway of gleaming swords held high by Navy, Marine, and Seal warriors I was walking arm and arm with her behind a caisson in Arlington to bury her husband. He and his crew were killed at sea during a pre-deployment exercise when there was a freak but catastrophic mechanic failure of his helicopter.
We're a number of years down the the road from that tragic day but it's a lifetime journey, not something you 'get over' or 'get past'. It's a day to day learning how to live life again. My daughter was an absolute basket case for weeks and not much better than that the first year. Those first weeks, she needed medication almost immediately each morning when she woke. She's doing remarkably better now but still has days that are awful. Adam will always be with us and he and his crew will never be forgotten. She lives with his inspiration and the motto of his squadron, Wildcards Never Quit.
If you know of any military families that have lost a son, daughter, husband, or wife have them contact a wonderful support group T.A.P.S.
Tragedy Assistance Program for Survivors (TAPS) is Here For You! They are an extremely helpful and supportive organization to help people on the journey after loosing a loved one.
Sandy, this is likely more than you asked for, but I feel comfortable with this group and just writing it helps me feel better. Thanks folks for listening.
