Memories are Made to Share

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Had a moment of sadness then, with that anecdote (see previous post) about my step-dad. I wanted to turn to my husband and say, “Hey, do you remember when…?” But of course my husband is my soon-to-be ex husband and he is not here. I couldn’t share the memory with him. Those are the spikes of grief you encounter every day when you are a) bereaved, b) bereft.

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