What do you do when you see a photo of a loved one and start crying because of the sadness in her eyes?
When you cannot hop on a plane and go give her a hug?
When you’re scared because your easy-going surgeon is worried about you and threatened more surgery?
When you hear about your grandfather’s ashes being scattered?
When you wonder if you’ll ever have have full use of your thumb again?
When a broken molar is the least of your worries?
When you want to go visit all of your family but cannot?
When you curse the fact that it’s 2015 and you’re nowhere closer to your loved ones?