Time

I've decided that time is moving too fast. Each day that passes takes me further into a future apart from Ken. My life had been all about taking care of Ken for months. And even in those days after he was gone, he was, in a way, still here. I had to deal with paperwork, decisions, clothing, mail etc. that were all about Ken. Those details are now settling down. As hard as those days were after his death, I had a clear purpose and felt good about taking care of things for Ken. I wanted to make him proud. What is my purpose now?