It has been 22 days since he's left. I have found myself put in to a type of isolation that I didn't create. When he first left I was surrounded by people who were also mourning the loss. After the burial the reality really hit. I am alone. People don't even know what to say to me anymore. They don't even know how to act around me. So I am avoided. My Linda, Marie, Deedee and my Mom talk to me daily, or as much as they can. A stranger called the other night and I found myself sharing personal stories. It felt good to talk to someone who was interested in his life and his book. Thanks April!!