I have already written her a letter of goodbye. I plan on reading it to her and burying her with it along with some other carefully selected items.

I see things around the house and think of her and some of her crazy antics. The hardest will be the wood stove. She so worshipped it when fired up. We used to laugh about how we could tell how hot the stove was, not be feel, but her proximity to it.

Thanks so much for your time and encouragement. I have not felt heartache like this in years. I've been told that once it is done, the healing begins. Getting there is hell.

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