Child, I have lived with uncertainty, fear, concern, and out and out anger towards and about D C for many years. It never gets easier it just becomes a dull throb. I do get on with my day. I really have no choice. It is not in my character to wallow. When I falter, I repeat the serenity prayer while I move through the day. I do my best to remember that the worst does not happen at least 98% of the time. I draw on my faith and give it to G-d. When all else fails......wine not much just enough to take the edge off
ah. I feel for you, and know this pain so very well. You are doing all you can do.
Once my SO, who is a rough kind of guy, tackled my son to the ground after chasing him down the street and told him "I am going to tattoo my phone number on your arm so that when the cops find your dead body they call me so your parents don't have to hear it from a stranger."
I thought that was very romantic.
Also, I really wish sometimes that he had a phone number tattoed on his arm so I would know...I used to stick my phone number in his pockets on scrap paper when I saw him, just in case...how sad is that, this position we all find ourselves in.
I'm rambling a bit, just so you know I am here.
Am holding you and your son in my heart today.
Echo