One Month

He's been away for a month now. A whole month. I have lots of thoughts about this. I'm glad the first month is done. I miss him every minute. I worry about him every minute.

I'm grateful for many things...
He is doing fine.
We can email everyday.
We can talk on the phone.
I can mail him stuff and he gets it in a week.


I often think of WWII and how difficult it must have been. Letters received were old, no phone calls...I think all that fear of the unknown would swallow me up.