I’m Sorry I Didn’t Respond to Your Email, My Husband Coughed to Death Two Years Ago
Rachel Ward
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The words slip around trying to find a place to land. That floating feeling hangs around even when you scream and swear at it to get the Hell away from you.. but that doesn’t do the trick either. Okay then its trying & learning something new.

You do it.. people around you tell you how brave, intelligent and great you are doing.. they don’t know because they aren’t inside. They won’t ever know because those damn questions haunt you.

Believe me honey its been 10 years since a similar thing happened to me. He’s gone and others have stopped in bit i can’t invite them to stay.I am not an ANIMAL either.. don’t want to start or join a new community of ‘non animals’.

Getting comfortable with the uncomfortable drips like a leaky faucet. Tina Fey or not.. The Beat She DO indeed go on..keep listening for a new beat …let it wash through your soul..it might stop the leaky faucet who knows? I’m thinking of you and hoping you hear the beat…. keep writing its GOOD!

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