A YOUNG WIDOW'S GRIEF JOURNAL
In early grief, my only question was how to stop the pain. There were times I thought I was crazy and the only proof I had otherwise was a handful of widow friends. Later, I worried how long past the traditional mourning deadline the grief would last. Grief has been a non-linear journey that no longer overwhelms me yet has become a part of who I am.
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Saturday, November 28, 2009
2 Years, 11 months, 27 days - Signs
Signs - Beehive signs for freeway symbols, a stack of stuffed bees, Mexican restaurant sign on the curb featuring shrimp Diablo.
You were my worker bee. I was your queen bee. In Zihuatanjeo you only ate shrimp Diablo.
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