For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a night owl. As a child, I relished the long, quiet hours of night when I could get lost uninterrupted in a good book. Curled and cozied up in my bed, ...
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I am only in the beginning of my second year being a widow. The first year is all about the mountain of “firsts” that one has to get through, the obvious ones: first Christmas, Thanksgiving, every other holiday, birthdays, anniversaries. ...
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I always knew I would be a widow.   When I decided to marry Jared, I knew that unless some unforeseen tragedy struck, I would someday be a widow.  I knew because of his cystic fibrosis, CF, I would most ...
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  Morning thoughts I woke up this morning and stretched my hand to the other side of the bed to only feel the mattress instead of you.  And so the day begins again with the heartache of realizing you are ...
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