{{{{{{{{{Candy}}}}}}}}}}}}} Would it help if I said I know how you feel? I had a friend named Neil. He died a couple years ago. But the strangest thing! I feel closer to him now, I can talk to him now whenever I want or need.

When he first died, I truly believe he came to visit me. He was with me for several days. His face would super-impose itself on whatever I was looking at. Even now, if I really need his opinion or thoughts on something, if I quiet down and listen, I know what he would say.

Still, though, I miss his silliness, his sarcastic remarks, his threat to keep me at the mental institution where he worked as a psych nurse. I miss his hugs.

I can't imagine, though, missing a big function. It must be a hole in your very being. There are some things that are only shared with ONE person. It's just not good with anyone else.

But I know the comfort a friend (or the memory of) can bring when we're in dire straights.

I "commune" with Neil, but it's bitter sweet. I can't touch him, I can't feel his touch; no hugs, no kisses, no mewling kitten like when I hugged him.

I'm with you, Girlfriend!

PS When Neil died, Wisewoman told me to talk about him as long and as much as I needed. She was truly wise in giving me that advise.

Talk to us, Candy. We're listening.