What happens when 'enough' time has passed? When people stop talking about the person you miss so much? The person you think about all the time. What happens when it is apparently long enough for you to start moving on with your life? And how does one define moving on? Does waking up everyday, exercising, cooking, fermenting, making cheeses, growing a lot of one's food, taking care of oneself and one's dog, working full time and doing it reasonably well...does all that count as moving on? Does that not count as things that a person is doing to stay sane? Because somewhere one does love oneself, how much ever other thoughts creep in.... But is it also not a part of one's life to feel that constant undercurrent of sadness? Of smiling and laughing at inane jokes and turning around to share them with the man...of picking up the phone to share a momentous work achievement, when the brain is telling you that there is no one at the other end of the line. So here is a sh...