Lonely

There is a loneliness that nothing nor anyone can fill. My children try but even they can't understand the depths of it.
Bryon and I could talk about anything, we laughed, "debated" cried. I miss him and I wish he were here. The company that I contracted to has closed down, I don't know how much longer I will be able to live where I am. My home is a refuge a place that we shared together. To " move on" is easier said than done.
Family get togethers only reinforce who is missing.

I miss you Pooter
Behind the moon

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