Well, it has been a week since Zak has left. I'm doing ok. The car is the hardest because usually no one is with me and I will think of something that reminds me of him or a song and then my chest gets tight, I can't breathe and then the tears come.....but, I did receive this today on Facebook ......."as much as I hate to admit it, I do miss you, don't take it as if I want to come home though, that's not the case at all :)"
Hey, I'll take what I can get, right?!