Today is one month since Steve died. One month is nothing. Thirty years, eight months exactly to the day he died… that’s some time considering we were both a little older on June 20, 1979, the day we began seeing each other. Memories flood back when you least expect it. We had some great times; really great times. Like most couples, there were some bad times too. So many memories and moments – laughter, tears, joys, sorrows, dreams and hopes, heartaches – that only the two of us knew and shared. Now, the only person who also knew is gone. Now, the sweet memories tear at the heart like a dull serrated knife.
For sure the grieving process sucks big-time.
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