Echo

One year. A whole year. It's hard to believe.

One year ago this week I was forced to move out of the house that I shared with my best friend and our two wonderful children. I wish I could say that everything is better now, and I was over the shock of the situation, but that would be a lie. Sure, I love my weeks with the boys. I love their laughter, their inquisitiveness, their challenge. They are the light of my life, and their well being is what drives me each and every day.

With that said, I still miss all of the other stuff. Sharing part of my life and my soul always made me feel complete. I know that sentence contradicts itself, but there is no other way to describe that feeling of belonging. The feeling like you are always in the right place.

I work and I socialize and I try to do things to help me forget how wonderful my life was, but so far I have not come close to filling the void that was left when Lori decided she no longer wanted me in her life. It's hard to explain. It's like standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon and yelling at the top of your lungs. You stand back with hopeful anticipation, patiently waiting for your echo to serenade you from the other side. Except in this case, the echo never arrives. You look around....pause.......and you think "how is that even possible".

William