Clint would have been 69 today.
I am back from my travels and although I’m glad to be home, the long empty winter ahead of me is rather overwhelming. I have started seeing a psychotherapist and she insists that what I’m going through is very common in the grieving journey. She also tells me that the second year can be worse than the first for some people-not what I want to hear in some ways, but comforting in others, knowing it’s not just me.
A sad day, but as always thanks to you my wonderful friends, who continue to be there for me.
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