3 September, 2018

Missing my husband something fierce. 
It’s coming up on a year since he died at age 46 from a pulmonary embolism and I am still no closer to knowing what I’m doing. 
He remains the smartest man I’ve ever met. And he loved me; finally began to understand me that last year, especially those final six days.
From 2002, on the bleachers at Harrison High School. 

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