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I discussed my day or asked his advice. Sometimes this felt foolish. Sometimes, it was comforting. Either way, I felt closer to him while I was doing it. Read more
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I couldn’t stand the absence of noise even though I was living with other people, and this was true for several years after Mike’s death. Read more
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I wonder why we wait to say such things about those we’ve loved and lost? Why do we hold back, biding precious time before truly celebrating who they are? Read more
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Glimpses of those we love don’t suddenly disappear with a new existence but live within it. Read more
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Love allows us to see the truth. Read more
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We’d taken the first permanent step toward a new life together. Read more
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I’d come within inches of losing someone else I loved. Read more
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I know that the sadness that piggybacks on my memories will be less and less as time goes by. Read more
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Every day, every experience, is precious—even the bad ones. Read more
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We never really lose those we love because they live on inside us. Read more
Gay and Grieving: Celebrating the Past and Creating a New Beginning 