Greetings, all!

Life is change, the hard thing is accepting it.

I've been a little more than a year in mourning, but I'm trying hard to pull out of the mood. Lifemate's ash has been grounded, at the same time and place as her mother's. They died only four month's apart.

Life is change, the hard, un-yeilding fact is as simple as that. So I change. So I adapt.


So lets go for the happy, joyful facts!

Both my therapist and my psychiatrist have told me that I've improved marvelously the last months. I really try to force myself to think happy thoughts, and shy away from the dark roads of my complicated mind. Slowly I'm changing for the better, fighting my depression.

My oldest daughter has moved out and shares a flat with friends and her SO. My youngest daughter and I will be moving in about a month's time. I've bought a flat a few Kms from the house, but the sewage and water pipes are being changed and renovated until the end of Mars. The house has been sold to a young couple with a baby child. I hope they will have a happy and good life here.

the company I and Lifemate shared is operative again, and one of my old customers has already started to buy services from it. It's producing a small profit from start.

I've come out as a public furry with some of the swedish furries. I've thrown one big and one small party with furries and associates. It was nice, but I'm so much older than most of the others. Some of them treated me with awe - it felt a bit strange!

Now, I must start looking again. Looking for someone to hug and to kiss, and to change with. Wish me luck!


Regards,
Irwin