September 2014. He asked me to marry him. I accepted. Then he passed away the next day.

Three months of uncontrolled crying. I swear I could feel my brain shut down, synaptic nerves blunted, neurotransmitters drained, vessels tighten, blood stagnate and pieces of my heart die from ischemia.

September 2016. I paid him a visit. I was mad, happy and lost. Words didnt make sense so for an hour I took photos in front of his grave.

Four months later I ran to the Employee Assistance Program (EAP) for help. The Consultant group gave me 3 free sessions as if only the sash were ripped off Cinderellas dress. There was no fairy godmother. Only a person designated to encourage growth.  . . Per my psychologist writing can stimulate and rejuvenate.