a day in the life of a deranged widow

 

So the day began well. Ok I lie. The day never begins well because each morning I wake and the bed is cold and empty next to me. It wasn’t just a terrible nightmare and he is still gone.

A day in the life of a slightly deranged widow… The Shooting Star

New years eve, a time for new beginnings and dreaming of what might be. Making resolutions and promises to change our futures for the better. Last year we sat in the hot tub and Andy pointed out the constellations and tried to help me see planets and things I pretended to recognise but in truth …

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