Untethered

       Some days I feel unmoored, untethered from the earth as though I might simply float into the atmosphere as helpless as a spacewalker cut off from his ship, unable to propel myself back to the safe embrace of gravity, the anchor of his solid presence instead a forceless void that can no longer hold me securely in place.  This feeling is true.  I am untethered.  The gravitational pull of Hugh's presence no longer acts on me.  We were like twin stars holding each other in place, providing a center for each other, for our family.  I alone am the center now.  Can the center hold?