I can't help but feel melancholy this weekend. I keep remembering how much Gene loved this time of year and how we'd make our annual trip to West Virginia, sit on the porch of the hotel and enjoy the beautiful colors of the trees. Oh, how I miss him so much. It's still so hard and it's been nearly 7 months now. He's been in my dreams and lives in my heart. Yet I still have this empty hole in my soul that can't be filled. Will I ever feel alive again? I have hope that I will.