One month today! No hysterical screaming and shouting this morning. All is quiet in the house. I don’t know which is worse, this morning or that morning? That I should even ask myself the question, shows how lost I am. My insides feel as though in the grip of a tight fist. How can I distract myself when I can barely get out of bed? But I must and I tell myself that this too shall pass. And I am up now. And I pray for the day when I look at my two children and not see sorrow etched on their faces. I pray for the day when my husband and I find peace. And one day, we’ll all be together again.