Since my husband died almost 12 years ago, it seems that time has just flown by without any notice. I think I was so lost in my grief I was not aware of time. Is that unusual, I don't know. Do I just get lost in my own mind, doing what has to be done with no thought to the passing time. Has anyone had that moment when they realized a big block of time just vanished without really knowing it was happening. I am at that point, I am looking back and thinking if I want to do that I need to get it done. Like travel, just for me. Can I do it on my own? Where do I want to go? What do I want to do? Who do I want to take with me and can they go? So many questions. Is it just better to not think of those things. Save the money in case the s*** hits the fan? I am happy in my simple life but there are some things I would like to see and do again.