People say time heals everything, but that isn’t entirely true. Time softens the pain, dulls the sharp edges, but the absence remains.
It had been a year since my husband Danny died.
Thirty-five years of marriage… and suddenly I was alone.
Even now, every morning when I wake up, I still expect to hear the familiar sound of his slippers sliding across the kitchen floor.
The kettle whistling.
His quiet humming while he made coffee.
Instead, there is only silence.
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