Ray and I at his favorite restaurant, The Ridge Inn, in Laurelville. He's been gone two years and 7 months. Perhaps someday I'll figure out the question that haunts me. Who am I now? I’ve thought about this a lot lately - As I turn another year older this week. I’ve lived my life taking care of others. But that part of my journey is over. What do I do now? Who am I supposed to be? The familiar is unfamiliar. I’m alone. No direction. No goals. No leader. I walk in circles. I aim for one place, end up in another. I belong nowhere. To no one. The odd piece in a puzzle. One person’s death Took away my identity. Who was I then? Who am I now? ****** Thanks for reading. Comments welcome.
"All the characters who have housed my stories now have permanent apartments in my head - I still have tea with them." bw