My Beloved Hobbit,
God I miss you. I know I’ll see you again, but that doesn’t stop the pain right now. Stupid things seem to set me off and bring me to tears. I went to Foodtown today, by myself, and I couldn’t help thinking about you. I don’t know if I can count the number of times I’ve been to Foodtown without you. Maybe a handful, but now all my trips will be without you.
I told my friend today that I had this amazing, overwhelming craving for salt, and I couldn’t figure it out. She said “CRYING! Duh!” and I said “Oh. Yeah. That makes sense.” I have been on a low fat diet forever, but have been craving salty stuff like crackers and chips for the last two weeks. I guess I must really be crying a lot.
Work is fine. The people there are fine, but I have absolutely no desire to work there most of the time. I don’t even really care if I lost the house. I probably wouldn’t work if I didn’t have the house. So maybe God knows what he’s doing and how he set things up. He set out the net to catch me before I even knew I was falling.
I ordered your death certificate…
Something good did happen today, I got our rings back. I had your wedding ring attached to mine. Now I can wear them both:
I now have a schmantzy wedding ring. Custom made. Unique, sentimental and invaluable.
I think I’ll go to bed now and try not to cry so much.
Your Queen of the Faye