Memories fade as leaves fall from Autumn trees. The house seems empty these days. Old friends have gotten busy with their lives and children have grown up and moved on. In solitude and reflection, I look for closure. A year has passed since you left and time has dragged on slowly. In quiet hope I prayed for things to be mended, but the threads of time had frayed and cannot be sewn back together. So with bitter sweet resolve, I will take the first steps. Looking forward to the coming winter, and the cleansing cold. Hoping that in spring things will bloom a new and I will find new strength to become myself again.