One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
The good times aren’t over
I had a whole long post here written to my friend Katherine about how her job moving her an hour or two north of here doesn’t mean that she’s getting out of having lunch with me now and then, but devolved into something too mushy even for me. Love you, Katherine! Thank you for being my friend!
You make my heart sing! Love you right back!