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Beth Ensign's avatar

Oh, I feel this in my gut,too. My husband died suddenly, jerked out of this life into eternity when an SUV turning left broadsided him on his motor scooter. That was over 8 years ago. The anguish has become a more gentle ache now, the waves no longer wash over and threaten to drown me. Cooking for one has been maybe the hardest thing of all to adjust to. My husband cooked for us, too, a gift of care from a caring man. I still miss talking with him, every day. In the first years, I heard his voice in my head constantly, and he visited in dreams, but he's gone on now. I still ask him for advice, in my head, but there's no answer. I'm on my own. I am learning to like it. Thank you for your writing. Blessings on your journey.

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John B. Pumphrey's avatar

It was always coffee…mornings…the Friday white wine…the long conversations accompanying both. Now the silence is deafening, yet just a year on I am beginning to hear her voice in birdsong.

Thank-you, Mary

A member of the Grief Club

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