My husband died in Feb. of 2011 and I posted here a few times when I was feeling my worst. Now my son has told me he will be moving out of my house at the end of the month and I am going to be alone. He is a big part of what got me through after my husband died. We get along so well and always laugh together. It helped me to know that he would always be coming home at the end of the day. Soon I will be coming home to an empty house...going to bed in an empty house. I have never had to do that before.

Why is life so hard? I know my son needs to move out and make a life for himself. I know everyone who has children has to face this eventually, but it's so much harder when you're going to end up completely alone. I keep remembering the happy family times when my husband was still alive and the boys were around. I had no idea I'd be alone in a few short years.

I feel like I come here and ramble. There's so much more to all this than I can put in a post. But I feel like I can come here and let my thoughts pour out through my fingers, and you all won't judge me. Thanks for that.