Those nights, the dreadful, pain wincing nights staring up at the vast whiteness of the ceiling listening to the sweet low breaths of my dog Bodie. In the days immediately after my husband George died, I would stay up crying ...
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The black hole of grief. This thought has been on my mind for a couple of months now.  The idea of being in a place that is so vast, so dark and so void of life… is a sobering thought ...
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