I have a new house. It is a new start for me. Although I am looking forward to starting this phase of my life- I am aware of how much I have lost and am leaving behind.
Sometimes I think life will come crashing down around me - but it doesn't. Things keep going - I go to work, I feed the dogs, the kids come to class, the sun comes up, the bells ring, I go home. Does anyone know that Tom died? Do they know that my life is messed up? Shouldn't they all stop, sit, and wait for death to come? Why does life keep going? I don't know. It just does.