****{JT}}}
You always told me to trust my instincts, and I am sure that you trust yours. That doesn't make this any less sad, but we are veterans of this war and no longer the walking wounded.
My husband has neglected to tell me things about my son too, and quite frankly I get miffed about that. I need to know the truth...I can handle the truth...won't SOMEBODY PLEASE tell the truth.
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My heart and prayers go out to you, Ward and Beav...and even bigger prayers for little Beav.
Dust off your helmet, put on your armour, and march thyself to a meeting. Meetings got us to the good place we are in today, and meetings will keep us there.
And a nice long soak in a bubble bath won't hurt either.
Give it back to your HP....He always knows what to do with it.