I kept thinking he would walk down the hall to me, open the front door, or I would hear the closet door gently shut as he would try his hardest to be quiet when undressing. He had worked swing for years. I would be in bed when he got home.
Then the sick days would come to mind. ..Time to get his meds. Time to get him ready for bed. So much more as you know.
But Austin and Bronwyn were cramped like Sardines downstairs with now 2 children.
He had been gone 4 years. It was time to move and it wasn't going to cost me anything because the kids would be making any house payments on a bigger place. It happened fast. I love having a smaller garden area now. For both the flowers and veggies.
I know those feelings Granny. Trust me, Time does help. Yes, feelings still come out of no where and I do cry, but not nearly like before in the beginning.