We Are Still We. So There.

Dear John,

I had a wonderful day with your family. They came over last night and will leave in the morning. Jim got the wardrobe taken apart and moved some things downstairs. And we wore out the dog. I'm thankful that I married into such a wonderful family. Even though you're gone, they still consider me family. It means so much to me.

I've realized that I talk about you in everyday conversations just as much as I used to. You're no less a part of me, and there's nothing in me or my life that isn't connected to you. You come up all the time and I can't seem to help it. And I still have my pronouns mixed up. I don't talk about "I," I talk about "we." Even in the present tense it's still "we." I don't live here, we do; I don't like football, we do. I must have everybody that talks to me in a constant state of confusion. It's just how I think - my mind is still in first-person plural. Oh goodness - I'm making grammatical errors! How unthinkable! See what you do to me?

I'll keep working on it, but there may just be no end in sight. The world will keep turning. Fooey on my pronouns. We are still we, no matter what. So there.

I'll always be "we" with you,

Joan.