In just 2 short weeks, one year will have elapsed since Rich's death. There are days it feels just like yesterday that I saw him last and then there are times when I feel it has been an eternity.
Oddly enough, there are even times when I feel that everything that transpired over the past 15 years wasn't really real afterall. Did any of this truly occur? How could we have managed to survive all that was cast in front of us? It must have been a bad dream....and now, I wake and find myself alone.
I am alone for the first time in my entire life! I've come to realize that there is a huge difference in "being alone" and "being lonely". I am alone; however, I rarely feel lonely.