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  • She would have been 77 today. It should have been a day of healing but no one called or came over. So alone I sit and contemplate our 43 years of loving each other. Seems like I should be able to move on but I get stuck. We got along so well she is embedded in my DNA, melded into my consciousness. I am alone now in more ways than one wondering how I’ll feel in a year, two, three? She was right “I’ll be alright” if you don’t count the broken heart.
    in the little shrine I built
    sits
    her urn of
    ashes
    behind a collage of
    photos of
    better times
    a little offering of cake
    to the spirits
    a candle burns
    the wax runs down
    the sides of the
    urn
    as the tears run down
    my face
    I’ll be alright
    LR
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