The pain of losing someone is really transitional. One day you are perfectly fine, then you realize you will never hear that person's voice again, or receive a silly gift from them, or have someplace to send that silly gift you bought. Everything is transitory.
I'm also in the process of possibly buying a house, looking for a job, writing the last zombie book in my series, going to get stuff I left behind when I moved, wondering where I can make more friends (it is surprisingly hard for an introverted writer to meet people), and all the while I am losing myself in random books I wish would never end. Except the last one I read, THE SEX LIVES OF CANNIBALS, terrible book, well, mostly just boring.
I just wanted to let anyone that follows this know, I am still around even if I'm not on social media a lot. And I appreciate you, all of you, as long as you aren't eating my brains.