There’s always an empty chair next to me at dinner parties here in the States.
No matter how much I may want to fill up the room with stories about my husband, there aren’t enough words in the world to bring him here in the flesh.
That can feel like a 2+2+me situation at a dinner table.
Separation of families, separation of families, separation of families.
Sometimes the stories behind the separation of families can be as small as me wishing for my husband’s arm to rest on the back of my chair at a dinner party here in the States.