Have you ever seen a cow, after the farmer takes her calf away?
She wanders around, mooing, lowing, crying in her own cow way. It's a horrible sound to hear.
Somewhere in my brain, I'm a mama cow. My higher brain is functioning. But somewhere deeper, millions of years of evolution ago, there's this constant unrest, searching pastures, looking for him. Trying to find him.
Some days I can't look at his picture. Today I took him off of my computer monitor at work. It was too distracting, too painful. It woke the mama cow every time I looked up.
I'm pretty sad this week.