We can't have conversations much, not anymore, not without Rich sliding off into a new place whose language I can't understand.
I can't understand how we got here so quickly. Even if, this week, it has been 36 years since we met. I can't remember Rich walking, smiling, mowing grass, knotting his tie.
One moment, at the end of the day, remains.
"Sleep well," he says, always.
Sleep well, my love. Always.
Candace
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Dear Candace,
Thinking that everyone should know the love you and Rich share. Thinking that you and Rich are the most fearless people I know. Thinking that is not the same thing as not having fear -- but it is knowing fear and moving with it all the same.
Thinking of you, as always.
Summer
Still reading, still with you. Less and less to say. More and more to feel and just to be.
36 years. What a gift. And still not enough.
With you across the miles,
Heather
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