It's come. It's gone. It's been two years since we saw a sweet face and were forced to say good-bye. Time clearly doesn't heal wounds but maybe it helps create callouses.

There were moments yesterday that I just wanted to go back to bed. There were moments that I thought about cussin' a blue streak. There was also driving back from KY, girl scout badge meetings, baths, dinner, laundry any other number of things to occupy me.

No one was forced to see my tears. I didn't whine or cry except a little in my prayers.

As Ray says, "There are no words."

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