Recently, my husband took a trip back home to the NW and I stayed behind in our RV (we’re full time RV’ers). This waa the first time that I was the one “LEFT BEHIND”. The first week was horrible, I cried every day. However, as the days then went by, I began to really get in touch with myself, my feelings about him and how, in the past, I think I did take him for granted. I realized that I, more times than not, treat my friends and other family members better than I treat him. I have vowed to be more understanding, more interested in what he has to say, appreciate him more (including the little idiosyncricies that I used to waste time critizing), and also really listen and be interested in what he has to say. Life can be so short and in an instant, what and those we love can be gone. Don’t take them for granted.