Lonely years stretch out before me. Then I am pulled back to the present busy-ness of the every day. Life goes on after death. The knot of aloneness tightens my stomach and I want to grab his old shirt and hold it close. The irony of it! I had no idea that the man who angered me so often would leave such an empty spot in my life.
Yes, life goes on; even with a big hole blown through me. Grief is brutal reality.
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