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At midnight I cried myself to sleep. Despite a mostly good weekend, I couldn’t help missing my little guy and grandma. It’s hard to know another day starts without them in this world. Many near me say it will get easier once I have a job. It will keep me and my mind busy. I believe that to an extent. But at night my thoughts are so loud, and the space where PB lay next to me is empty. No plushie or anything could fill it in.