A few days after Mike died, I clothed myself in everything that was his-mine-ours.  The Director of the Funeral Home gave me a bag of my husband’s belongings that the Coroner had collected. It was beyond horrific to receive this ...
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That night replays in my mind more often than I can control...Mostly when restlessness takes over after waking before the sun has even risen...My mind won't shut down, and despite my best efforts, that night repeats over and over making ...
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