Tuesday, January 03, 2012

I'm not sure how to start this post.

After over 3 years of treatment, 3 months in Toronto for a transplant and superhuman efforts, my fiance, partner, better half, and true love, Stacey, died.

It's been a week since that happened and I know that life will continue, somehow, but I've never been so profoundly sad and alone before.

It's an alone that can't be filled with friends or family, no matter how valiant their loving efforts.

The Isle of Nod is not cloud ridden, it is a cloud...for now.