They were right. The second year of grief is worse. No longer in shock, no longer drowning in tears. I’m no longer numb to my new reality. The hurt runs deeper, it cuts more. I’ll have flashbacks of the first ...
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I asked everyone to leave the room. They said that we only had an hour left and I wanted the last hour to be ours. I got into bed with her and slowly put my hand on her arm. I ...
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