The sun is shining, the roads are clear, temp is above zero, and no precipitation forecast. And, as far as I know, my car is not in need of any repairs! I leave for T in about half an hour. Looking forward to seeing her. I am starting to bond more with her, and that's good. Last time I saw her, we went through some of my former T's therapy notes, which was my idea as a way to grieve, to look at where I've been and how far I've come. It is helping me to acknowledge and remember the good things, and it's giving this new T a better insight into me. Plus, she and he had a close relationship as colleagues and friends, so it's like the two of us are honoring his memory, together. He is not dead, but I believe his dementia has progressed a lot. I do know that he'll never be able to return to his practice. It is helping me to begin to have closure when I think of the person I knew him as is dead. I am starting to move on just a tiny bit, and it's still incredibly sad and painful, but I do feel like I'm moving forward. One of his oft-used sayings was, "Make haste slowly." It feels like I am doing exactly that.

Dear Old T: You are very loved and appreciated. You continue to be in my prayers, and I wish you peace. Your influence in my life has been and continues to be a tremendous, healing gift. Thank you.