It seems like a nice day

It is! But I keep wandering back to thinking of Jed, sitting in a cell. I hurt so much for him. So very much. I miss texting him that his mom loved him, randomly during the day. I miss the random visit just to say hi, and the hello and goodbye hug he gave me every time. It’s going to be years before I can have that hug again. And that hurts so deep. Not onbly will Jed be a scarred person the rest of his life, I will be as well. It is as if my life ended on that day. But it is a very nice day outside today.

On the road, somewhere.
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