When you move far away from home, you know that you'll miss out on a lot of good things - birthdays, holidays, weddings, births of children, etc. Seemingly, it's ok because you can usually still share in the excitement in one way or another.
It's missing the bad things that eat you right up. Suddenly thousands of miles become millions of miles and an overwhelming feeling of helplessness just seems to linger.
For the second time in far too few years, a dear friend has lost a brother, and I, a wonderful friend. There are no words to express how deeply I ache for her family or how desperately I wish I could be there to grieve with them in person; I feel heartbroken and helpless and I miss home more now than ever before....
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