My husband, Neal, passed last month. It felt as if part of
me just evaporated. I have learned just what grief really is. It is not weeping
and wailing and gnashing of teeth.
It is the loss of those common everyday things that I took
for granted. I miss his presence of course but it's the loss of the little
things that brings on grief: the daily interactions:
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Did you see the rabbit in the yard?
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What do you think about the ……
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I just read an interesting article.
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Do you want to …..
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Should we spend the money for ….
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I’d like your opinion on ….
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Can you give me a hand with ….
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Should I do this? Or that?
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Where should we go?
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What if?
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I love you.
These are the things that make up the fabric of a life
together. They are gone. GONE
I thank God for the wonderful memories we made together. Neal
will always live in my heart.