A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:
Our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, poet (1792-1822)
And loss is loss, be it a day, a month, a year, a decade or even 24 years.
February 2, 2000 was one of those days, my children lost their father, I my husband.
And if the tragedy of the loss has diminished the remembered pain survives.
Putting away grief – and the Christmas tree – are some of the hardest things to do.
Today I did both.
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