June 6th, 2012

My Feet

Widowhood

Monday morning, in the wee hours, my husband took his own life inside his car, parked across the entrance to the driveway of the house we shared before our separation.

I remember the first hour in minute detail. After that hour, my memory went back to it's usual spotty and out of order recollections, but the first hour . . .


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