Today I gathered Don's clothes to get them ready for pickup. I had to wash all of them, and every one has a memory. I held togteher until tonight, and then broke down and cried and cried.
I don't like this living alone. I don't like the emptiness and loneliness, but I guess I am a member of a huge club, my own Mom included. She was widowed at 42, after 22 years of marriage.
I suppose I will get used to it someday. Right now it just hurts so very bad.
6 hours ago
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Oh, baby. I so wish I could catch the next flight to Iowa. I wish I could be there, just to have coffee at your table. If I ever get a job....
Money is the only thing keeping me from doing that. I know you know but it keeps it real when I actually kinda say it out loud. My finances are sooo screwed up right now; I will be so glad when I get my Harley paid. This December is the last payment! YahOOOOO!
Love and hugs to you and Eddie, dear one. Know that I would be there if I could. One day I shall return, just like MacArthur. XOXO
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