I am so lonely and weary. More than anything I wish that I could be with my family celebrating the 4th of July tomorrow. Sparklers, and lightning bugs and hamburgers on the grill. Loud obnoxious aunts, uncles and cousins. Oh, how I miss the chaos so very much. Oh, how I wish I could be there with them. I would do anything. There, I am a daughter, a granddaughter, a niece and a friend. Here, I am nothing.