My fingers know the letters. I can type as fast as most people can talk. But what to say…what to tell, this day in the middle of all the holiday madness.

I can’t write about this. I can’t write about that.

Too personal.

Ok.

But my life is what it is.

My husband is dead, and still there are hard things.

Doesn’t seem fair.

I take it all in good cheer. Really. I am a very positive person. I live it as it comes. I take the good stuff and push the hard stuff.

I move forward. I move, I travel, I help, I am there, when I can be.

But at the end of the day, it’s just me.

It’s just me.

Me.

You know what I mean.

Those who have actually lost the ones you loved,

The ones who are dead. Dead and gone.

You know what I mean.