On this day in 2005

I returned from Colorado broken.  Not completely but enough.  I am actually sitting in the same room that I was sitting in on this day in 2005. . .

I Grieved and I still do.

I listened to the song above and the following two repeatedly. . . at work, in the car, at home, to get to sleep.  Tubular Bells and Love on a Real Train incessantly. .

At this time 12 years ago I was doing everything possible to hang on to what ever semblance of a mind I had left.