I have a special pocket for Mr. Ralph. He's always with me when I need him. I feel him with me when I'm at his favorite places.... or doing his favorite things. Sometimes I crave one of his wacky treats (which I normally do NOT eat)(donuts or ice cream!).
Today I walked to the Farmer's Market. For the first time, I didn't cry or get teary eyed. That was one of his favorite things to do. So I just enjoyed it for him. Without succumbing to getting a fresh made donut. In the past, if parking was an issue, I would jump out of the car, stand in line for donuts, then he would pick me up.
Memories. Maybe I'm not so lonely after all.