The second year is an animal all it's own. Recreating a life, home, new and long friendships, stuff that works and doesn't work.
One thing I've heard about the dying, is their fear of not being remembered. Did someone make that up?
Rich didn't bring it up. He had so much to share over his lifetime, it frustrated him he couldn't do more.
Sometimes I wish I had a break from remembering. Everything has potential to stir up Rich's presence.
It cannot be otherwise. I like the heel*.
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| 10th Anniversary |
(Picture found in a drawing pad, in a box, in the basement, today.)
heel*I don't know how it applies to the post. Doesn't matter I guess.
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