It seems that no one believes me when I say that I really am OK now. I am feeling fine with his leaving my life. As I think about it more and more I realize that this is in fact what is best.

I am now only mourning his touch and the comfort I felt being with him. These seem like small things I will be able to get over sooner than later.

Today, while I was walking, I saw--

A man with a lawn mowing even though it is time to let the grass die.

A man holding a baby in one arm and throwing a baseball to his slightly bigger son with the other.

The sun going down soft over the only tow tall bulidings in Wichita.

Leaves in all colors and shapes and so pretty.