No words to describe...

I thought my dad had been killed today. His hotel in Qatar was bombed and several embassy officials died. I found out this morning and I was a complete mess the whole day. I can't begin to explain how terrifying it was to not know whether or not he was dead or alive. I was scared. I couldn't help but think he was one of the ones who died. Luckily, he emailed me tonight and to let me know he was safe. However, I can't consider him safe until he makes it home and who knows when that will be? In a month or in 6? I absolutely hate being part of a military family. It has put so much strain and stress on all of us. I'm still shaken up over it but I am so glad my mom is going to be home tonight. It's been a rough 2 weeks.