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Over the past few days, I've gained a great empathy for the two families in our community who have recently lost multiple family members in car crashes. My husband and two boys left Sunday for a week at scout camp and for the first time in twenty-one years I'm alone.
It's a really strange thing to suddenly live alone. The phone doesn't ring every five-minutes because their friends know they're gone for a week. When I wake up in the morning, only the dog greets me. When I get home from work, only the dog greets me. I think I had forgotten what silence sounded like and it's quite remarkable to finish a task without being interrupted. Considering It's been such a long time, since I've had any time to myself I'm getting a long pretty well probably because I have so many things to catch-up on around the house.
But when bedtime rolls around, it's an entirely different deal. There's no one to lay and read with. There's no one to say prayers with hug and kiss goodnight. There's no one who needs me. My mind races with all sorts of things that could happen to them in the wilderness and my heart pounds with anxiety.
I thank God my family will be back in a few more days because suddenly I can imagine my life without them and it's not a good thing. Thankfully, I can't imagine the shock and pain of losing my family and having my life changed forever. My heart goes out to all of those who have lost their loved ones.