"Mia, you have to get out of bed"! "Fine give me an hour". An hour later my granddaughter was downstairs just as she said she would be. But she was mad as hell. She ran the country with all she had but other than that she hid in her room until one day she came out on her own seemingly ok. "Mia"? "Yes Gramma". She was doing what I had done so many times she was buried beneath a mountain of paperwork. "Are you ok honey"? "Yes. I'm fine really. I must learn to move on with my life. Now I will be able to focus more on my work". She had never looked up from the papers. "Mia. Don't do what I did". She looked up from the papers. "What did you do"? "Whenever I was faced with Great tragedy, or loss or sadness, I would bury myself in my work. Don't let your work consume you". She closed her eyes fighting back the tears then she ran to me and clung to me. "Gramma it hurts so much! I miss him; it feels like a piece of me is gone. But if he hit me what will stop him from hitting the kids or hitting me again"? "According to Charlotte, she will". She giggled. "Amelia, there are some things I can help you decide. There are some decisions I can make for you. But this one you must make for yourself, you must decide what you think is best for you, you children and your country. Only you can decide this I can only support you in your decision". She sighed and hugged me tighter. "Do you think he really loves me"? I breathed deep. "Charlotte's father loved her mother. One day he made her mad and he loved her to death". She hugged me and she fell asleep like that thinking about her, her children, and her country's future.