Mr. Monk Collects His Thoughts
I found Trudy's killer. My mind and life are quiet, or at least quieter than they were before. Why is there this hollow echo in my soul? Knowing was supposed to be everything. But now I can
feel a vast emptiness reaching out to swallow me whole. I can't concentrate on the book I'm reading and the silence is about to drive me insane. I still have no friends and a few irrational
fears that still limit me. I feel more alone than I did when Trudy died. Shouldn't my life be improving? A revelation came over me like a thunderclap. I wanted to be loved. For the last twelve
years I had been living without it. But wouldn't I be betraying her? I knew in my heart the answer was no, but my mind hadn't been able to accept it before. However, as I asked myself the
question this time, I felt as though the storm clouds in my mind were beginning to part. The phone rang.
"Hi, Its Natalie. I'm at the store and they have avocados on sale. Want me to bring you some?"
"Sure" I replied. "If you're not busy, would you like to come over tonight?"
"Alright. See you then!"
It wasn't until I hung up the phone that the weight I'd been carrying in my heart for the last twelve years felt completely lifted.