Loneliness

When “Memories” of my dear husband began to fade an intense lonesomeness invaded my soul. I knew things would NEVER, EVER again be the way they were. I had left the room called "Memories" and now found myself in a place where a haunting melody filled the air, like a bird lost at sea. It ripped at my heart. This room was called "Loneliness.” There was no one but me as far as my eyes could see. I was alone with my pain.

I must admit that on a few occasions, I fell down a trap door to the dungeon of the mansion called “Despair.” Very dark down there; a room without hope. When Loneliness and Despair became too much, I found a secret passage back to the photo albums and home movies.