There are moments when the pain is still quite incredible. This morning, I very much miss laying on the edge of the old bed-on-the-floor, watching television, and petting Buster (the other cat that she now has). I want to feed the fish (which she now has) and go and raid what used to be my fridge for a drink. Of course, I miss J— being there, too. It’s very sad — whatever happened to my life?
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