3 years now. Kinda get used to it, but never really do. The memory of the happy marriage is like a tattoo: It's not coming off. I have gotten used to being alone, don't pine so much. Wish I could. I knew this would happen. It is human nature to loose clarity. BUT. . . I took the car she used to drive through a gas station car wash the other day and was flooded with memories of her. She LOVED going through the car wash with a child-like appreciation. It struck me as so funny that this was the thing that would draw her memory so powerfully to the forefront of my thoughts. You just never know. . .
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