My wife is on an emergency visit to her family after her little brother was hit by the truck he was working on the other night.  This is the same brother who’s suffered not just one, but two brain tumors.  Goes by the nickname “Lucky.”

Anyway, sometime early this morning my younger son Bug woke me up.  He was out in the hall outside our bedrooms calling, “Mommy!  Whewe awe you?”

I called Bug in to crawl into bed with me, and he was back asleep in no time.  But I know how he felt.

We’re getting by, the boys and I.  But it’s no fun having her gone.