The First Year Without Her

October 27, 2014 1:26 PM

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The first month feels like a year, and then a week, and then a year again. A cold, long, drawn out year with no seasons and no clocks.

The first few days are as cold as ice; way too chilly for Columbus Day Weekend. You stop crying, and you start cracking smiles at small talk, but there's still a pound of salt in your wounds and your friends see right through your grin, no matter how many teeth you're making it a point to show. Old ...

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