jonileth

Having finally sorted through my trip pictures, and posted the ones that came out the best, I figured I ought to leave some semblance of explanation as to the whole ordeal. Back in April, I took a trip to England with two purposes in mind. The first was to visit Stonehenge to spread my wife's ashes. That was accomplished on the 20th, which would have been her 34th birthday had she lived. It was a very... healing experience... I suppose I should call it. I came back feeling a little less lost and fragmented from the whole thing. The trip itself lasted a brisk and jam-packed 10 days, and though I took just shy of 4000 photos (yeah, that many),

So, I haven't gone on a rampage in a while and I believe it is now time for a rant, Curmudgeon style. First and foremost... I can't believe it's been eight months already (well... on the 3rd) since my wife passed away. While I still think about her often I have gotten a grip on my feelings (for the most part) and am trying to move forward. In an effort to move forward, I've decided to go back to school and finish the degree I started OH so many years ago... Good grief is that a pain in the ass! I didn't know the 'higher education' system was such a maze and web of fuckboyisms... I've only played this much phone tag and ring around the rosy w

I've had a lot of thoughts as of late. A great deal of them centering around recent dates on the calendar and their personal significance to me. April 3rd of this month marked five months since my wife died. And in those five months the sting has yet to subside in the slightest. The emptiness has as yet remained completely intact and shows little signs of filling. I know I'm not a complete person anymore. Long gone by are the days when being a singular being among other singular beings has held any semblance of comfort. Long gone are the days when my thoughts were enough to keep me company through the days and nights. Long gone are the days w