At this time of year its good to reflect on whats gone by, good, bad and indifferent, and i look back all those years when my wandering started, I made some friends along the way ,shaking hands to say its good to know you, but some didn't stay and some never made it, and some have brought me to the brink of despair because of misplaced trust,, differences and misunderstandings sometimes arise, but it should never ruin anything that matters, but it often does. I look at life like a tightrope, we can falter when crossing a ravine, but with diligence we can get to the other side, it may be a perilous journey, but it is a journey we must all take when faced with insurmountable odds. If i could go back, i would go back 20 years when David was entering his most eventful phase ,and yet it was snatched away from him, leaving me like a piece of Flotsam drifting at high tide. I dont know how I've made it thus far, but its taken its toll, both mentally and physically, and i know i'm not the person i was, its changed me.
I have a few friends in a similar situation and they concur, and until it happens to you no one has any idea of the unrelenting anguish one goes through. It is an aloneness which encompasses every single day, you can be in a crowd but feel totally on your own, such is the price of grief. Its now been 4 long years, dealing with things i never thought i would have to ,but here i am doing the very best i can on the far side.