Saturday, April 28, 2012

Ramblings

Wedding vows state "until death do you part" What,when Bryon died my marriage ceased to be? Why do I still feel as if I am married, think of myself as married. I talk to him everyday and a part of me expects to see him come through the back door. I know that he is dead and yet there is a part of me that can't accept it. I have thought about looking for a male companion, someone to go for coffee with or a walk but I feel that it is not right.
I guess I am waiting for the other half of me to come home.

Miss you Pooter, I want to be with you.
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Sunday, April 1, 2012

Lonely

You can be lonely in a room of family and friends because the person you want isn't there.
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