Sitting in the living room and finding myself alone again for the third time this week I felt lonely and depressed with no motivation to kick my own ass up out of the chair. Missing the person who had become my best friend over the lat six months and knowing he is not the right guy for me….but…..misssing his friendship and the time we spent together nnetheless. Amber walked in and sat beside me. It had seemed to happen a lot this week, here showing up at the moment I was feeling wea and wanting to call him. I tried not to talk about it because the subject seems to irk her so much. But I started differently, I told her how lonely I am and how difficult my life can sometimes be. She heard me and listened to me. I don’t comlain to the girls about how hard life can be sometimes when you work so much have so little time for fun and freinds and living. I sometimes feel trapped in a tunnel with no pinpoint of light anywhere. And I cried. I cried and cried like I haven’t in a long time. I felt like I was grieving so many things that have been left in the past without a tear ever shed. Amber was wonderful and just listened. SHe shared some advice from a professor at school, she is taking a class on aging and was able to relate some of my fears with the natural progression of my life and this slowly emptying nest. I felt better after crying. Today she was sitting there reading a book for this class, Tuesdays with Morrie. A great book that she said would help me with all that I am going through. I read the book in about three hours. It was a great book that made me cry again but also offered a lot of insight. A great ending to a weekend. She is a smart kid my Amber.