Hi Pauline,
It's Monday again, another new week. I'm sure Lewy doesn't know the difference, but every day is a long one for you, even if you're not sure what day it is! I'm certain I would lose track in your place.
What you are doing is about the hardest job there is. Harder, I think, than going to Iraq, to risk dying or horrible injury. And that is pretty hard for very young fine men who haven't had a chance to live out a life yet, or those leaving small kids behind who might never have a father.
Nobody ever promised us a rose garden, as the song says. You are deep into the thorn patch right now, but the roses will bloom again, and you should have a whole garden full! No more thorns.
We love you and think of you every day!
Patty :)
p.s. You might tell Lewy that heaven is made of chocolate, kind of like a gigantic gingerbread house made all of chocolate! He can eat all he wants to when he gets there!