It Was May 2020
2020 A memory is snapshot in time. This one, taken in May 2020, shows what was the living room with my late wife Theresa. She left this world back in September 2019. In the photo, you can see many old photographs, work awards from years ago, and even the cat tree house - all part of the past. The cozy pillow and blanket on the couch. The lamps and standing air conditioner. The mysterious weights near the coffee table. The strange candle collection on top of the Ikea entertainment center. Medical books nestled in front of the dog statue on the floor. I could go on and on. Instead, I move forward. That's the only direction I know. Sitting and wallowing about the past is useless. The truth is, sometimes you're better off alone. And that's not a bad thing, because there's a huge difference between lonely and alone. The savage memories of the past won't go away. It's best not to think about that.
