| The longing must be unbearable at night when things get quiet and you have the time to realize how much you miss him. |
That is one of the most profound things I've heard in ages...thank you, Jill. Yes, the night are the worst..when the busy-ness of the day has ebbed away, the kids are all settled and asleep and I have time to reflect..that's when it hits me. That's when I fall asleep clutching a pillow that has his shirt on it, remembering....
Funnily enough, Dave said the same thing after he read the poem.
