TRENT WENT HOME TODAY....I AM ALONE FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. IN THE PORCH HIS BOOTS ARE STANDING BY THE WOODBOX. IN THE BATHROOM HIS WET CLOTH IS STILL SITTING ON THE SIDE OF THE TUB. HIS CUP IS SITTING BESIDE THE KETTLE THAT BARELY HAD A CHANCE TO COOL OFF BETWEEN CUPS OF TEA. HIS GLOVES ARE BEHIND THE WOODSTOVE WHERE HE ALWAYS PUT THEM TO DRY. I FOLDED HIS LAUNDRY TODAY, PUT IT IN THE DRAWERS AND CLOSET.TIME STOOD STILL AS I REALIZED HE WILL NEVER WEAR IT AGAIN. AS I WALK THROUGH THE KITCHEN I GLANCE OUT THE WINDOW....HIS TRUCK IS JUST SITTING THERE. THE TRUCK THAT HE LOVED SO DEARLY. THE FRIDGE HOLDS HIS FAVORITE FOODS. HIS RAZOR IS SITTING ON THE SINK. I WON'T LET ANYONE TOUCH HIS THINGS. LEAVE THINGS JUST AS HE LEFT THEM. I AM WAITING FOR HIM TO WALK THROUGH THE DOOR. I CAN'T EAT. SLEEP IS OUT OF THE QUESTION. I HAVE BRONCITIS FROM BEING OUT IN THE COLD. THE CLOCK CHIMES...IT ECHOES THROUGHOUT THE SEEMINGLY EMPTY HOUSE. LIFE AS I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN IT IS OVER. NOTHING WILL EVER BE THE SAME AGAIN. Kitty.