I was finally able to go to a big dinner....

I was finally able to go to a big dinner at the Synagogue in memory of someone I was quite fond of.

I felt like a duckling learning to fall into the pond and learning to swim again. Awkward, unsure.

You know people are wondering what the hell happened to her. Some to uncertain to ask. Some who are just to busy with their lives to want to spend the time to find out.

When I was younger I use to be a big Barbara Streisand fan and one song always sticks in my mind. Nobody knows you when you are down and out. So true for a lot of people. So not true for those special people who never stopped helping me or encouraging me for one second.

Besides, you just get overly sensitive.

I think it is part of the post traumatic stress syndrome. A little paranoid, a new member of a group you hadn't planned on joining, a little bit of the rip van wrinkle syndrome of missing out on a lot of time that you don't know where it went too.