Jeannie loved Halloween

Eleven years ago, Jeannie died on the day before Halloween, the holiday she loved for its morbid humor.

Last year at this time, I got out of town and went to New Jersey to be with other friends and try not to notice the loneliness.

This year, I knew I would be alone. I've been depressed since I got back from New Jersey in June, having decided then that I would not run away again.

I have been very ineffective in getting things done the last few months. This afternoon, I re-read my blogs and poems from that awful time and I cried. I cried again for Jeannie.

I needed to do this, to prove to myself that I have not forgotten her gentleness and her love. She will always be with me.

If you have someone you love, reach out and touch them. For me. For Jeannie, for her memory.

Love and Hugs,
Joyce