.' I am thinking about the time when my best
friend died, and when I stopped being myself and my life started going to hell.
It happened maybe two or three years ago. The day is very clear in my memory. The
weather was cold and nasty. The monotonous rain made everything outside look gray. I
was at home, waiting for my girlfriend to arrive. I was sitting on the couch drinking hot tea
and feeling warm and cozy. My dog was there too, I remember. We were watching a talk
show, but I was not paying much attention to what was going on. All I cared about was my
girlfriend was com…
