Ok, so i'm sitting here, doing end of year payroll taxes for the business. I'm discussing some problems, addressing them to the picture of my husband next to the computer. Then it hits me. I'm talking to my dead husband. Am I nuts? But I feel comfort in doing so. I know he's gone, I know he's not coming back. Is he still out there, somewhere? I know he can't help me with the taxes.. but.... am I the only one who has daily conversations with my dead spouse? by the way, I hate writing the "dead" part, but the more i write it, the more i say it, the more i'll come to accept it--i hope. Marsha
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