You know what. My sadness rockets skyward and plummets down to earth minute by minute, second by second. Different things trigger it. Sometimes I am aware of what is making me think of you; other times I haven't a clue. Below is a more appropriate measure than what I posted the other day, but still doesn't really show how my feelings swing during the day.
I wept again today on the way back from St. Michaels. It started in the same spot on Rt. 33 as last time. Mom offered to drive again, but I kept going.
I love you.