Halfway

There's a famous quote, (not the one Brando is about to speak above).

But something along the lines that "...if you do anything for two weeks straight, it stops becoming a chore and turns into a habit."-author unknown.  I tried to Google it but to no avail.

Lily has been out of our house for one week now, since this last go around.

A  little more, now that I think of it. Maybe?

Those first few days of Lily coming home last week are all a blur to me now.

One thing that wasn't a blur to me was that I had absolutely zero thoughts that it would be the last time.  The last time to be in her favorite robe, kissing our dogs, sleeping in our own bed, together, etc.

I didn't even think it was a remote possibility.

And while I believed I'll never get used to it (like last night), I know that I will.

For some strange reason, I dreamt last night about the scene above.

 The feeling (as I read from a respected psychiatrist years ago - wrote that the content of our dreams are not ALWAYS more the important data points of them - instead, it is often the feeling we are experiencing while in our made up dream).

And as I was in the room with these actors/mobsters/families, I felt I was part of something bigger.

More than just myself.

I was being included.

I wasn't alone.