......things from where she left them. My wife of just short of 28 years, passed away sometime in the early morning hours of June 4. It was a complete shock to me to discover her that morning in her bed. The discovery itself haunts me. I replay the scene over and over and over and over in my mind. To this day I can't move anything from where she left them even if they are out of place. The morning tea I brought her that morning still sits on her table. I had to put a piece of paper over the top of the cup after some time but would not remove the cup. Something she had dropped in the hallway the day before still sits there. These are examples. There are many others. I don't know WHEN I'll move everything. I woke feeling particularly bad this a.m.
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