A year and a half (+) later

From the heart:

Sometimes it feels like yesterday, sometimes it is ancient history. 

 Fuck cancer, fuck survivorship. Fuck this, fuck that, fuck the other thing. Fuck it all.

Richard, you held me together. I close my eyes, I think of you. I dream you are by my side. But then I open my eyes.

I am alone.

I’m so lucky to have had you in my life.

But, what is moving on suppose to be like? Is it accepting reality without question? I’ve never dealt with reality well. This is gonna be tough.

It’s just a bad day. Tom will talk me down.

No reason to panic.