Still waiting. Waiting for updates, news, him, life to be normal again. Waiting to know he’s safe, waiting to get ready, waiting waiting waiting. This is supposed to be a happy time. Every day that passes with no news, feels like hell. Every day that we wait is another day I won’t have with him before he goes to school for a month, another day we don’t get to ourselves as a family before company comes to visit for two weeks. Another night that I go to bed alone. Another day that I get to tell my children “I don’t know” when they ask when is Daddy coming, especially since they see so many of their friends getting their’s back. Another day that I have to tell his family “I don’t know”. I don’t want another day of I don’t know. I want our happy ending. I want it yesterday. Most of all I just want to know he’s safe.
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