To Continue On

I read Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking in 2005 because of her reputation as a writer. I understand the words better now.
Ali surrounds me. My mind expects to see her as I round the corners in the house. My hand expects to press her speed dial number. Memories of her are saturated in everything I see. Her passion for life is stamped on every single thing we own. Today I spent most of the day in the garage, the one room where most everything were solely mine.
I don't know how to continue these blogs. I don't want to simply document my struggle, so I may hide myself away for a while. There are tons of letters, scrap pages, etc. that Alison crafted that I know deserve to be seen by all. I plan to show you with posts on her blog in the coming days. They each stand as singular blessings for me, and strengthen me.