Looking up at buildings in the Financial District at night
I miss living in New York City. I miss loved ones. They are gone from this world now. Twelve years ago, they were alive. I miss you, my Husband. And my Father, and Phyllis, Aunt Bertha, Grandma Sylvia, Cousin Celia, Mel. I miss you, I think of you every day. The grief is unrelenting. I love each of you. Always. Always. In my mind and in my heart. I wish I had appreciated, been kinder, more respectful, more devoted, more loving to you, when you were alive. Now you are gone. Forever. I love you. I miss you.
I think that I will be taking a break from Tumblr for awhile. I need to seriously look for, and find gainful employment. It is dire.
To any who may be reading this, please feel free to find me elsewhere on the internet, anywhere. Look on the right, in the sidebar. That is a good place to start, if you are so inclined.
Thank you for two good years here.