Big step? Nah. Not really. Not much connection with a phone that David hardly used. No real emotion. And realistically, it lightened my load by ounces. Metaphorically, it was a leap. Maybe I attack a manuscript box this morning.
School, then home until Julia's therapy is finished, then part of the drive to a lakeside cabin in eastern Indiana.
Happy Birthday.
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Grief is only the memory of happiness.
Take care.
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