I know the feeling, Carol. The last two days have been kind of weepy around here.
One of my gr-gr-gr-gr-grans received one letter during the Civil War. One. And, she was lucky. My gran would get telephone appointments by telegram during WWII. I read about WWII POW families receiving a notice "he's alive" and several months later "he died six months ago." Ouch.
Comparatively, we are extremely lucky but I think there's a bit of acclimation going on. You ever notice how many Californians say they're "freezing" when it's 60 degrees out? Even if they grew up in Michigan, they've acclimated to the Cali climate.
That's us. Still feeling the misery and the worry and the separation despite video chats, cell phones, emails, letters, packages and what have you. Just the fear of missing a phone call can be overwhelming. Chin up. You're in good, and proud, company.