Sometimes i feel afraid when i crawel into bed. I look over at Rys empty spot and wonder if his spirit is there and i just cant see. I never truly believed any of that beliveing that to be absent from the body was to be with god. Even if he were there sweet Ry and his big open heart would only wish me well and watch over me in my sleep. Its just the feeling of emptiness and hauntings of merriment past.
On the whole i had a really nice day. The house could not be full of more people. I attended s womans leadership conference that lit a spark today. I will follow up on this spark.