I offer my apology to all...

First time in a long time, but when I typed 1971, memories flooded me...husband going stateside without me, finishing my tour, taking care of him for months until he died...the funeral.
it's like that block of time was crushing me again. my arrival in hell to Stephan's death is combined into a weight that nearly broke me...

ya know how it is when the only way you can continue on is by rote? ya slip into what's nearly a dream/nightmare state 'cause otherwise there's gonna be big problems with you functioning?
that's what those years were like probably 2/3 of the time.

it surprised me that I reacted so strongly to four numbers
Cap