I finally took that storage tote out from under the bed. I’m moving and downsizing and after three years it’s still hard to look at all the special items I kept from Donnie. It felt like he had just died and all the memories came rushing back. I wish he was here but he’s not and so I’m moving again.

I can’t seem to settle down and I’m always going from project to project. The other widows keep me going because I know they understand the journey I’m on.

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