“Loves the roar and thunder that screams from the sky . . . F15s ROCK!" *praying no one gets hurt tonight*
Facebook, September 11, 2010 at 3:13pm
On May 22, 2010, I created the “I don’t just ‘Like it,’ I ‘LOVE IT!!!’” page on Facebook for my twin sister, Army Major Angelique Worth just so I can repost her awesome statuses she posted on Facebook during her tour in Afghanistan.
While serving our country; she was able to communicate and inspire me, our family and hundreds of her “friends” through Facebook. Now, communicating with her came with a few challenges, exclusivity being one of them! When Angie would post that she “hated fireworks,” and “friends” would comment on her thread wondering why because fireworks are so beautiful, sparkly, etc., what I understood . . . what she really meant by fireworks were the rocket attacks that would keep her awake, concerned for herself and her fellow soldiers, all day and night. Or, her statuses about being on the “move” and the road trips that were a TRIP! Sure, she’d put smiley faces on the end of these updates and ask her Facebook family to pray; but again, I understood her fear. Fear that her vehicle, or the other vehicles driving in their convoy, would roll over a landmine.
While serving our country, my sister entrusted me with her most valuable treasure, her daughter, Devan. The loving posts that more times than not, reduced me and others to tears on Facebook were solely for her baby and everyone who read it, felt my sister’s heart. The words that were directed to her daughter touched so many, especially me, and merely liking her updates wasn't enough. The boilerplate comment I started posting on most of Angie’s threads was simple; “Where’s the ‘LOVE IT!!!’ button?”
God’s plan was in full swing at this point and Devan becoming part of my life everyday was a blessing. After being brutally assaulted in 2007 at work as a correction officer, I finally decided to have corrective back surgery four and a half months before Angie left for Afghanistan. Rehabilitation was hard, more than hard… at one point it felt impossible. I couldn't walk for months and the pain; even now, two and a half years later, is excruciating at times.
