Eight months today. I couldn't go 8 hours with out his touch or his smile. Now it has been 8 months. The pain is as fresh as day 1. Probably even fresher because then I was in a fog. A daze from all that was happening. People everywhere. Memorial to plan. Papers to sign. But now the phone has stopped ringing. I come home from work to no messages used to be 3 or 4. No one dropping by. As a matter of fact I think they are ignoring me. I must have the plague. I can go days without talking to a soul. Never before had I gone one day-one hour- with out talking to someone. Eight months, I miss you so much Roger. I love you with all of my heart.