Will this ever be easy?  Will waiting for the children to come home ever feel safe again?  I hold my breath. I feel tense.  My spirit unsettled.  Waiting.  For the axe to drop.  Anticipating the negative.  Icy cold fear.  It creeps in.  Slowly.  While you're not aware.  It is there.  Gripping.  Choking.  The dawn will come and it will be 23 months  since my boy walked the face of this earth.  23 months since I have felt normal, It has been 23 months of putting one foot in front of the ... View Post