There have been good parts about the 650+ miles Handsome and I have lived away from family. We built a strong foundation for our marriage, just the two of us. We don't have a whole lot of outside pressure. We get to do exactly what we, as our own little family of 2 (and 9/10), desire.
So there have been times when there's silliness going on up "home" and we're both glad to be out of it.
And then there's times when those miles suck real bad. Times when all you want is to be with your family, to feel their hugs and be able to offer practical help and just gather together. This would be one of those times. Our family is in the midst of what is nearly a laughable amount of tragedy and sadness. There's a cringe before we answer the phone, because even though it doesn't quite seem possible, there might be yet another piece of bad news waiting on the other end. And there is.
The latest piece of news is cancer, out of the blue. Not that it gives much warning, but it still just seems... unbelievable. What was supposed to have been a very happy time for some of our relatives has turned into a nightmare. And we can't even go hold their hands or make them soup or take our shift with the baby-watching. We just pray. And pray and pray and pray. It's time to go to the mattresses, as it were, and not leave until God has heard.
Please. Go to the mattresses over this with me.