So I've been two weeks without Daniel and I have two more weeks to go. Hopefully these last two will go faster than first two. Everybody who has been apart from their husband told me that, "Sorry, it doesn't get any easier." It actually has for me. The first week was the hardest. Every little thing reminded me of him. I dreaded washing his clothes because I didn't want to think about him and things like that. I still think about him a lot but am not saddened when I do. Of course I still do have my moments when I'm a little overwhelmed. I don't know what I would do without my Heavenly Father listening to me at night, in the morning, and everywhere else in between. He has provided me with much comfort. It really is a blessing that Daniel is in Uruguay now because two days before he left his sister called him and told him his dad was in the hospital and it didn't look good. Daniel has never had a relationship with his dad so I doubt he would have made a special trip to see him. This is good for Daniel that he can be with him and say his goodbyes. His dad's liver is shutting down and the doctors don't give him much time. He lays in a hospital bed and is given so many drugs that he sleeps most of the time. I am saddened for him but at this point it will be a blessing when he passes. Everyone else in his family is doing well and he's enjoying his time with them. Hopefully soon we will all be able to go on the trip together because I really do love my in-laws and neices and nephews and I miss them. Un beso!