Nothing feels right without Shawn.  I thought possibly by visiting our beloved Honduras that everything may feel better at least for a day.  But, as I suspected before I left, I will miss him wherever I happen to be and wherever I happen to go.  It doesn’t matter if I am in Forest Lake or a third world country, he is not there and I miss him.

This void is too great.  Like the canyons of the Central American mountains, the valley is deeper than I can describe.  The depth is on a scale grander than I can comprehend.  And the worst part of all is that nothing can fill it back up. 

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