Strange

I intended to post to my teaching blog--thought that was the page I was on--but when I posted, it came up on Denise's page. This is strange because I've had Denise on my mind a lot lately (not like I don't always have her in mind, but more prominently than usual). I can't think of anything specific to say, just a sense of her presence and lost of memories cropping up. She's always there in one way or another. There is still a huge hole in my life where she was, our day-to-day interactions, but I'm more aware of all the ways she will always be with me, as long as I have any memory left.