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Six months
Today was one of those cry-my-makeup-off days that show up for no good reason. I woke up this morning haunted by images of Rob dying and kept breaking down into tears. I took the afternoon off.
I didn’t understand until I looked at the calendar.
This is the last day of the sixth month. Tomorrow starts the second half of the year since Rob died.
I went home and hauled some of the ridiculous technology that Rob insisted on keeping out of the basement. I dropped several printers and DVD players and monitors off for recycling. Instead of going to work out at the Y as I’d originally planned, I had dinner at the Good Earth, and I’m waiting for the wine buzz to subside a bit before driving home.
Six months. I cannot believe it.
I didn’t understand until I looked at the calendar.
This is the last day of the sixth month. Tomorrow starts the second half of the year since Rob died.
I went home and hauled some of the ridiculous technology that Rob insisted on keeping out of the basement. I dropped several printers and DVD players and monitors off for recycling. Instead of going to work out at the Y as I’d originally planned, I had dinner at the Good Earth, and I’m waiting for the wine buzz to subside a bit before driving home.
Six months. I cannot believe it.
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