where there are tales to tell
It is hard for even me to believe.
Sweet, sweet man. I'm sending you love.
It does seem impossible. Sending hugs.
Funny, my grief for my mom, who died in 2015, is washing over me in a whole new way lately. There is no rhyme or reason. You will always miss him. You will always ache not just for him but for who you were with him.
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