My husband isn’t home right now. And I’m not sure when he will be.  The truth is, I don’t know for absolute certain IF he will be.

Because, that’s the life of a police wife.

Of course, I don’t live in that place of wonder and worry.  I’d go bonkers if I stayed there.

But, today is different.  My husband is out investigating a crime wherein one of his brothers in blue was murdered.  The harsh reality is that if/when they figure out who did it, that person could very well say “I’m not going down without a fight.  What have I got to lose?”  – which ups the danger scenario even more.

So I wait.  I might call in a little while — even if only to hear him send my call directly to voicemail.  … Read the rest