Feeling alone.
Returning home from my brother's house this morning (our family's hometown, Swedesburg, honored our family, the Sandburgs, during the town's Midsummer's festival) it sorta hit me. This will be the final day of the longest chapter of my life. A chapter that started in October of 1999, my life with Paul comes to a finish today. I walked into the apartment to see all of his stuff in the livingroom ready to be moved. Even the cats will be gone. At the end of today this place will be empty, nearly vacant. Only my room, and the stuff that Ginny has brought early, will be here.
Of course it's not the end of things. A new chapter is writing itself now. Oddly this one starts out living with the person I was once married to, gained a last name from, and became a father with. The past is there, but at the same time neither one of us are the same people we were then.
It will be an interesting chapter, to say the least.
On a side note, my Uncle found two photos: one of my grandfather and one of his bother when they were young men. They look like my brother and I more than anyone else of our generation.
Of course it's not the end of things. A new chapter is writing itself now. Oddly this one starts out living with the person I was once married to, gained a last name from, and became a father with. The past is there, but at the same time neither one of us are the same people we were then.
It will be an interesting chapter, to say the least.
On a side note, my Uncle found two photos: one of my grandfather and one of his bother when they were young men. They look like my brother and I more than anyone else of our generation.