Today is a very bad day. I've looked for him everywhere, but my husband isn't in his old coats, he isn't in the clothes he used to wear and he isn't in his car or my truck. He's not at his piano or hiding in the sheet music. He's not at his computer or in his cds, X-box or Wii. I've looked inside and outside, and through all the photos. I see traces of him and sometimes I hear a whisper or smell something familiar, but when I breath or move, it's gone. Sometimes I think that if I keep searching enough I'll find him. He wouldn't hide from me on purpose and he knows how worried I get about things. But I've looked and looked and I still can't find him.