This morning I awoke early at about 5 am and I waited for Aggie to wake up. I thought it was about time for us to go on another trip, to somewhere, since it has been some time since we last did that. I had a number of ideas of where we might go and I was anxious to discuss them with Aggie. We almost always made *immediate* plans and very seldom planned trips far into the future.
Suddenly I realized Aggie died two and a half years ago! It was difficult for me to believe this. I immediately shed a waterfall of tears.. My desire to travel quickly disappeared and I was back, living in the moment, with *no* plans nor goals for the future.