22 Days....

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!!

Comments

[reader]

I come here each day still, as I have done for quite some time to read, while he was with us, Larry's comments, and with his passing yours. Please know, while you may not have the physical presence of others, you are in our thoughts and prayers.

[Rob]

You're in the hearts of those who read The Native Blog, and we're sorry we're not there to comfort you and share a new friendship in-person.