I’ve had dear friends with me for six days during which I have nattered about Jim and referred to him often, however extraneously, and in detail. This was as comforting as it was heartbreaking although most of my stated references were steady.
Stephanie helped me pick up selected belongings from Jim’s “memory care” apartment. I was enraged when I thought the two quilts were lost but then found them in the closet. Retrieved the precious things: chess set, berets, quilts, art books, teddy kitty, photographs framed and not.
Walked away knowing truly this love never would come to me again but supported by having had it at all.
I still don’t know what to with myself but am more grounded.
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