One hundred days. Symbolic landmarks have no practical significance whatsoever yet we cling to them as having resonance.
Not so much cracking as buckling at the moment, things not being helped by the dratted weather. Remind myself of H's words about C not wanting his career choice create fallout of misery in those he's nearest and dearest to, but just miss him so much and am back to feeling sick with worry again.
A close friend has just left and it was so good to see her. She's quietly reassuring and very calm and said lots of positive things, but am literally consumed with panic and terror. R has gone back to uni and yesterday she bought the requested items for a parcel for C and just wish the constant nausea would go away. Cannot divert the mind from anxiety. It's like it's week one all over again. Must get a grip.
Hopefully the weather is going to improve and there might be a thaw on the way. H still in the Alps and R hopefully safely ensconced back at uni.
No news from C and usual request for Divine support, please.
Definitely must try and get a grip.
Speak soon. A soldier's Mum x
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