Five

by | Dec 7, 2010 | 0 comments

It is five months.

I ride the ferry into my counseling session and think about how the two wordless times in my life- falling in love with you- and this time- have also been the most word-filled.  I say I have no words, there are no words…and I write and I write.

There is not one second Dan that I don’t grieve for you.

I am proud of who you were, and proud that you chose me as your wife.
I will love you forever.

And just as I said on the day of your funeral,
I will see you again, my love.

JAC

December 7, 2010

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