This week has been such a roller coaster. Since I moved out here to the West coast, so many good things have been happening. I’m meeting new people, getting connected with networks and resources, just generally becoming part of the community here.

It’s exciting and fun.

And still.

And still, running underneath all of that is such a deep, pervasive sadness. Knowing that the work I do now is happening only because my love died. Knowing that the people I’m meeting now, the friendships and professional relationships I’m building, are happening only because he died. If he were here, other beautiful things would be happening. If he were here, my life would be so different.

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