I married Sandy a week after my 40th birthday. Late bloomer I know. The best part was she was the love of my life. We spent very few days apart (work and hospitalizations) for all of the next 30 years, and month, and 14 days (yes, I do count every one of them).
The point of this post, though, is an observation. Before I met Sandy I spent a whole lot of years alone and I was 100% sure I knew what lonely felt like. Bullshit! Since September 30, 2021 I have really learned about being alone and lonely. The only saving grace is the memories keep it from being too much.
