A dismasted ship in the old days was uncontrollable. It floundered in the wind. My week has been like that. Floundering in the wind.
My worst time is in the afternoon. There is no one to cook for, care for, talk to, argue with, pick up after. She is in another place even when I visit her in that place.
I feel dismasted.
Carpe Diem.
Adjunct_Wizard 
What a powerful description of where you are right now. May God give you peace and purpose.
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It is the only comparison that I can think of. She is so much a part of my daily life and activity. — you don’t what you got til it’s gone — it is a life changing event.
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