124 Go outside and plant, a wise voice in me said. You need flowers. Garden plants sat on the porches and at the side of the house. They were hardened off and ready to go in the ground.
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148 1 Where did they go? When will they come back? Will they feed me or will Cindy? Someone will. There is always someone. She fed me early and left. Lots of people were in the house,
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86 “I need a hinge for an exterior door,” I tell the man at Agway. “It’s this way,” he says, waving his hand in the direction he’s walking. He’s a thick man, muscular and short. He wears
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124 I watched the twin nesting boxes for days in April. Cold wind blasted rain against the house windows. Then it snowed. Bluebirds were late. Would they ever come? Years ago, my husband Vic rebuilt a remnant
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108 “I’ll teach this Tibet class as long as I can,” Vic said after meeting his enthusiastic students for the first class of the semester. “I love teaching these kids.” Although Vic was a physic’s professor, he’d
Read more →131 A few months after my husband Vic’s death, I opened the kitchen cabinet to get my vitamins as I did every morning. My eyes drifted to Vic’s medicines on a higher shelf, but I didn’t avert
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119 “It’s gone,” I cried out with tears sprinting down my cheeks. Vic was building a fire at the campground where we planned to stay that night. “What’s gone?” he said. “My wedding ring,” I sobbed. “It’s
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165 My brother Jim was under anesthesia for the second time in five days. I worried and waited for news from his wife or my niece. He was weakened by chemo, radiation, and major surgery. This was
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102 I was at the Hospicare residence to see my sick friend Martha Cohen. She was asleep so I talked with her sister a while. Before leaving, I touched Martha’s hand. She opened her eyes and beamed a
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421 My life is divided into Before—the time between meeting my husband Vic in 1966 and his death in 2008—and After. I am no longer a wife and partner. I am still a mother, although my adult
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