My husband is being deployed to Iraq.
This isn't a nice show. It isn't full of courage, resignation, self-sacrifice, or patriotism. It isn't spiritually uplifting and you won't feel better after you've heard it. It isn't even well recorded. It hurt like swallowing broken glass to make it and listening to it will probably be worse.
You don't know how much I love my husband, nor in what ways. You can't guess how I must be feeling. You DON'T know; you CAN'T guess. So don't offer me your sympathy. Don't try to comfort me. I don't want your pity. I am not comforted.

Ed was the first person to play this music for me. It's Chet Baker from "Let's Get Lost." The picture is from three years ago, while I was pregnant with our youngest daughter. Our son is 8, and our daughters are 5 and 3. Once we say good-bye, they won't see their father again until June 2007. And no, you CAN'T imagine how hard this must be.
