I guess that I am getting better. It seems that the mantle of grief that used to shut out the sun is becoming threadbare. Time is becoming more bearable.

My girlfriend's apartment is cleared entirely but for a few items that are awaiting pickup by charities and purchasers. My only continuing function is to let them in when they arrive which must be by the end of the month. There is nothing left therein that personalizes her occupancy.

Her death was so capriciously cruel. The non-lifethreatening surgery was the last in a series of health improvement measures that she had courageously undertaken to enjoy and expand the horizons of her life. I strongly encouraged her decision. Had I but known. What happened was not a possibility.

Thank you all.