Space
When someone wants to end a relationship, she or he may say, “I just need some space.” But when I told my kids I needed a little space from their father, they understood I wasn’t trying to break up. Jerry was the love of my life, but at 85 his health was failing, ... I remember feeling conflicted as we picked out my grandma’s casket. I shouldn’t care what type of wood it is made out of or the color of the interior lining. Pardon my frankness, ... It was unbelievable that my dad randomly dropped dead. In those first weeks denial was a powerful ally I clung to fiercely. In the dazed aftermath it seemed logical, even reasonable, that I could tackle the proverbial stages of grief in my own timeframe. It also felt ... “If you’re smart,” Chad confided as he stood with my husband apart from the rest of the family, “you’ll cut down that old snag tree before your wife gets attached to it.” “You speaking ... I stood in the middle of the store and felt a deep sense of satisfaction: that’s the one. That’s her Easter dress.
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