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This was our home… and now it’s mine. There isn’t enough space on this interweb thing to explain what that means to a widower. It’s a complicated, hard, emotional life. But it’s a beautiful one.
D.
Thirty Days of Mo(u)rning
A widower at forty-two. What Kateri gave me… what cancer took away… and how I'm coping with life from the woods of Vermont
Thirty Days of Mo(u)rning 
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Maria
Beautiful. Didn’t honk about the “D” having any other meaning besides “Darren” but thanks for the note and how you are and I love seeing you write it out! It’s comforting in a way I can’t explain to know you are well. ❤️😁
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