The kids keep saying I should get out. So I drove the hour and a half to the flower fields in Carlsbad. I never drive. Roger loved to drive and I loved to ride. We were always going for rides. So this was my first outing. Roger died nine months ago today. The drive was OK. I did it. But when I got to the flower fields all I did was cry. There was no one there to say "Hey Rog look at this one". Or "Isn't this pretty" or "How do you like this one".
There was no one there. I was all alone!!!
Life really has no meaning unless you have someone to share it with.
Why do I even go on?
I am so lonely! I miss him so much!!!!