So today, I was folding and packing the last bit of his clothes. I did Josh's wools for the last wash... I get to the last shirt I notice something odd about it.
It's small... to small for him, and I pulled it over my head, and it's a bit small for me.
I had a good laugh over it.
I haven't heard from him. It'll be a week tomorrow...
It's so hard not knowning how he's doing.
Everything seems so hard now... Sleep is a struggle.
I'm sure he's not doing any better than I am. He's probably doing a lot worse. Physically... I have no idea about how he's doing emotionally...
I know my turmoil well...
5 weeks... as of Friday. That's where my focus is now. 5 weeks.
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