I’d never heard the phrase, grief comes in waves, until one of my parents passed. Now I don’t even remember which funeral it was at. Maybe my father, as he died first in 2008.
Yesterday was my sister Judi’s birthday, she would have been 66, wait, 67. I should know, I used her license as a fake id for what seemed like eons but I suppose was only a couple …
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