It's how we communicate now a days...post-its and little notes on the kitchen counter. Little I-love-you's and I-miss-you's scribbled in red pen in the wee hours of the morning or very late at night. Like a thief in the night, he slips in to lay beside me for a few hours before he sneaks off to his dark sleeping room. I wake at odd hours to share a cup of coffee or a glass of wine. Time holds no meaning other than "It's time to go to work".
The love notes tighten the rope that holds our family together right now. Simple words. Few words. But, just enough to get me through the nights when he isn't here.
This morning, I woke to: "I love you, I miss you, I hate this, This sucks, I miss sleeping in the same room and seeing my family in the morning."
Me, too...love. Me, too.
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