@hank_hancy: A pang of longing for Hank stirred in my chest, the emptiness of his absence palpable. My thoughts drifted back to our last conversation—his voice so sure as he promised he’d be back soon. I closed my eyes and imagined his smile, the way he always lifted me up with his warmth. In my mind, he was there beside me, holding me, whispering that everything would be okay. I could feel his hand on mine, hear his laughter that always chased away my worries. That imagined reunion brought me a moment of peace. When I opened my eyes, I realized that his promise to return had become my anchor. Even from afar, Hank remained my source of strength. And though he wasn’t physically here, in my thoughts, he was with me, and that gave me the confidence to keep waiting…🤎❤️