Where I’ve Been….

A friend mentioned to me lately that she doesn’t understand how I’ve managed to make it the last few months, and then commented that she guessed that I had no choice.  In that, she was partly correct.  One always has a choice, whether a good one or not.  Another friend mentioned that she didn’t push me to talk, that she knew that I would talk in my own time and in my own fashion.  I suppose I do that, as well.  The memory isn’t so painful that I can’t fondly reminisce, although the absence remains surreal to me.  No phone calls while walking to a friend’s house, recounting ad nauseum what was for lunch today, or what the neighbor said.  No talk of a visit in a few months that might or might not materialize.  No more, nothing, ever.  My world went dark.