It's been a long time and it hasn't. Nestled in my spot, my spot for the last 5 years, nearly six and a half years after Mike died.
There is so much I could do, so much I should do. Maybe it's the loss of the only other man in my life, longer than Mike. 49 and 22 years, respectively.
With the ensuing grief, I once again feel the complete and overwhelming connection to everything and everyone.
Sitting in stillness with Tehya at my feet and a pile of clothes at the foot of the bed, I ponder, what's next...