I just now had one of those unexpected waves of sadness and disbelief sweep over me. Eight and a half years, and they still happen.
Out in the garage to get a loaf a bread, I closed the freezer door, heard a noise, looked around, and didn't see my husband. Of course. But for just that moment, I could not believe Wayne is gone from this place.
I went inside, locked the back door--which we never did--and could not believe Wayne will never be in this house again. Sometimes that just feels so wrong.
Don't worry. I'm okay.
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