good mourning

The other night at Charlie’s party, I looked down and this women was wearing the same work boots that Jeff wore for so long.
When I saw them a pang just ran through me. I missed him done to my core.

Lately, I have been hit by these pangs of loss. That other night in the garden, when I smelled the flowers and couldn’t wait to tell my mother and for a few long moments I believed that I could, and that overwhelming feeling of sadness when I realized that I couldn’t.

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