It's been 13 years now. The pain of loss has dimmed to a regular burning glow. Whoever said that time heals all wounds was full of it... 13 years, and it's a sad day that I still feel. It hits me often, in my kitchen... my main dish set came from what was brought from her last apartment here in Montreal. On ocassion, a plate or bowl breaks; at that time, realization that I've just lost a small part of my past brings me a moment of deep sadness.
My heart really goes out to my buddy. I can understand what he must be going through right now.
