Time is like a slow dripping faucet. Drip.... drip...... drip. Has it only been 7 months since I lost my sweetie. It feels like a hundred years. And, some days I feel like I am 100.
I am in Nebraska visiting my son and daughter-in-law and alone most of the time. People do have to work, I guess. I feel the depression (which, by the way, I was keeping at bay very well back home) dripping into my body... drip.... drip... drip. Every day I am more saturated with it.
This is the first time I have visited Michael since his Dad passed and it hurts. I have cried alot. You see, when the two of us visited before I had Elbert to see about. And, I had his companionship, the connection of being a couple. I feel so doggone empty. I know that it must affect Michael as well. Missing his Dad, I mean.
Every 'first' is so hard. This is just another one of those first I have to go through. Drip.... drip..... drip.