My sweetie is finally home where he belongs. Not that he's free from pain but at least he's home. These past two days and nights have shown me what's important in my life. Not photography. Not my many projects. Not even my own health issues. No, everything is colored by the presence or absence of my beloved. This house we've lived and loved in for 37 years is an empty shell of a place when Eddie's not here. And even though the hospital was only two miles from our house--two miles of streets and houses I know like the back of my hand--when I'd drive home at night leaving Eddie in that hospital bed, everything looked strange and unfamiliar. You see, I'm always the one to go flitting off on overnights and trips. Eddie's always there, my anchor, my touchstone. And now he's back home where he belongs. All's right with the world.