It's now over five years since Brian died, and as I expected, I grieve for him every day, and write this with tears streaming down my face.  I'm getting better at living alone, but I still don't like it.  My friends help.  My family is now gone.  The last 8 years have been an exercise in loss for me.  My Dad died 8 years ago.  My Mom died a week before Brian, and in the last two years each of my younger brothers has died.  I'm now the sole survivor at age 76.  Facing these losses without Brian has been really difficult, but I'm managing.  On top of this, I'm becoming more and more disabled because of osteoarthritis, a family trait--  and for which there is no cure.  I'm still living independently in our home and enjoy life such as it is.  My home is surrounded by woods and wildlife.  --and I'm getting finally caught up on my reading.  I got through the pandemic unscathed, but had to cancel the cruise I had looked forward to.  Friend Margie and I hope to plan another soon.

Thank you to all who read this -- I'm happy to chat with any of you on the phone -- or by email.  XOXO  --Geo.