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Today makes 16 years since hubby died. His accident was on the 9th. His heart gave out on the 11th.
Things were not good toward the end of the marriage. He'd become abusive. Still I miss him. Every year starting about mid-July I start going into a blue funk. Usually I start worrying that my depression is worsening, then I look at a calendar and realize it's the grief beast come to visit.
I've had some pleasant dreams about him the last few weeks. I guess that's a sign I'm finally starting to heal.
A friend called a little while ago to check on how I was. He calls every year without fail.
I'm feeling kind of melancholy folks. Could I have some hugs?
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