Just as dreary as this day. Trouble with house, trouble with loan, trouble with district, trouble with life. Not into Christmas but life goes on.
There's an emptiness the permiates every aspect of my life. Every part of me as a person is affected by Tom's death. Nothing is whole or complete. He was the other half of my heart and soul. He finished my sentences and helped me sort out the insanity of life. He was my shoulder to lean on, my rock to cling to when life was battering me like the waves of an ocean storm. My balance is missing. Not sure if I can get that back without him.