Today I thought of something I needed to tell Sheri. I picked up my phone before I remembered she was gone. Never to talk to again. I've lost people before, but never like this. Kim Ney, my ex pro-active partner died several years after we were partners, my grandfather "Papa" died but we only saw him once or twice a year, Steve Cox ten years after we dated. But never like this. Sheri and I talked every day. She was the sister I never had. We had twin dirt bikes, we had twin Impalas, our boys played baseball together, we vacationed together, we talked on the phone every day. I'm finding it harder and harder to get up and act like it's a "normal" day. This is the new normal and I'm not sure I'll ever get used it. The depression is intense and sad. The aloneness is overwhelming. I'm trying hard not to find comfort in a bottle of wine. That wonderful warmth after the first glass. Staying strong but not liking it one bit.