Well, I was fine all day long, but now… for some reason… sadness and depression have snuck up and hit me square in the chest. Why? Because it’s the 4th of July. America’s Independence Day. I don’t have The Porch. I blogged about it last year, but guess it’s only really hitting me right now.

Maryellen and I drove past 106 N. Cherry St. over the weekend and there wasn’t even furniture on The Porch. How sad.

I understand things change. I understand loss. I get the whole “time to move on” thing. I know I can’t change anything. I know it’s “OK” to feel. I know all the cliche’s and the steps and the way things are supposed to happen. I get it… but sometimes, like tonight… sitting at home, alone… it just sneaks up on me and it hurts so much. And there’s nothing I can do about it.