Two years ago today, on January 22, 2009, my boyfriend of over 3 years, Harry, passed away. Last year, I had a really hard time with this day, and this year isn’t much better. I know he is still here with me. He sends me signs all the time, usually in the form of 333, or by turning my printer on when I’m sitting on the couch right next to it. And yes, it gives me great comfort knowing he’s here, but I still wish he was here in his old form. I’m sure he and my Mom are having a grand ole time laughing at me together. They always got along well. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about him, or my Mom. I just have to come to terms with the fact that life will never be the same without them. Life can change in a second…twice.