Heartbroken

I miss my babies.  I am heartbroken.  Every day I wake up in a house by myself.  Our home has become a place of bricks and wood.  There is no longer the love force within it that made it our home.  It is now more of a prison.  I miss my children's laughter and even their fights.  I miss needing to get dinner cooked while I helped with home and fed Matthew his bananas.  I miss the safety and security I felt when my husband lived in our home.  Every night I fear going to sleep because he can't protect us from everything that has happened.  I realize that the only way to survive this is to face the world alone with my children.  It's a big world and we are just little people.