packing sucks..

So,
I've started packing. We are going back home to the US on thursday.
I started with Kelvin's clothes. I hadn't realized it would suck this big.

• Swimtrunks, "he'll never wear those while at the beach with us anymore.."
• Jeans, "oh yeah, we just bought those before we left"
• shirts, "he wore that one in the picture I blew up to use in the church"
• polos, oh his polos, he had 5 of the same, diffrent colors, and took them all to Holland. That's all he wore mostly. Though now there's only 4 polos, the black one is missing..
• His grey sweater that really needed replacement. It kept him warm many days, and in France too.

Jeez, packing is hard...That definately got the tears coming :'(


Kel in Normandy in one of the said polos.

Raul is having a sleepover now at my cousins. He's having a great time, and seems to really cling to her husband Rob doing "guy stuff". Making fires, watching car races..
It breaks my heart that my kids don't have a daddy anymore. Even though they don't express themselves as much as Robin does, my boys really really miss him. I can feel their pain. Sure, they still have me, but I'm not dad. I can try to do dad stuff, but it isn't the same.

It's unfair. My kids had their dad torn away from them, and I don't have a husband anymore. Meanwhile, there's so many morons in the world, and nothing bad happens to them. That just sucks.