They say grief changes over time, but it never leaves. After 35 years of marriage, I stood alone in our kitchen, startled by the silence where Tom’s morning footsteps used to be.
A year after the accident, I still reached for him in my sleep. Waking up without him didn’t get easier—I got better at carrying the ache.
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