When someone special dies there's this feeling inside of you where you just don't want to do or you want to do but you don't. At least that's how I feel. My very dear and special person died unexpectedly and it's like life stopped for me. I stopped writing this beautiful sequel to The Dance Instructor. I stopped getting up and moving around, answering my phone, doing my hair, homework is backed-up, etc... I just stopped as if that would some how bring my person back. I'll tell you what didn't...