Widow. A few days after my husband’s passing someone told me “well you are a widow now.” I remember thinking, “No, I’m young. We were special. We are still married.” It was so foreign to me. Widow. I refused to ...
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I miss the sounds of Rick. I never thought of myself as an “auditory” person. I’ve always been more visual: I love the written word; I love looking at photographs and art. Yes, I’ve always put music on the top ...
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