Good Grief 228

Maps
I'm still not sure where CharlieBrown has gone entirely.
Lost?
Maybe.
Disorientated definitely.
Hideous dream last night, of my husband dying and not being able to save him. Of being alone and no one helping. It has stuck with me all day and I find myself a bit reluctant to try to sleep now.
I've always kept maps by the bed. I wish it were possible to find some kind of map for this.
I suppose that's the point; there can never be a map for the uncertain terrain of futility.