Like a freight train, time is bullying its way forward. Come February, which feels just around the corner, I will have been five years without Mike. I sit here in his chair on the lanai we shared in this house, looking down on the ocean view he loved so dearly, wondering how that is possible. Because in this moment, and so many others, it feels…
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Blessing
I’m sitting in my new apartment while I type this. Soon, I’ll have to go get ready to leave. Today I have to drive back to the house and work on clearing what I want out of the place before I can have an estate sale. I don’t want to leave my new place, and this surprises me. I’ve lived here a week and already it feels like home. It’s amazing how…