The eerie feeling that what was will never be again doesn't seem to be getting any easier. I've learned that the place will always be there (even amidst fire)... it is the people who come and go. Each time we leave never knowing if ever our paths will cross again. I will be the first to admit that for better or worse they have each left an imprint. Some a bit larger then others... but none the less they have been made. I have taken to calling them ghosts.
Moving forward seems so daunting... so overwhelming... it seems so easy to just stay and lament with the ghosts about what was.
However inviting that may seem I think it is time to unpack... take a deep breath... and look forward.