It's a harsh reality these days: the memories of my Beloved have lost their sharpness. It has become increasingly difficult to capture the memories of living with Karen in the kind of razor-sharpness that once was available to me. It has become a mental discipline to coax out the details of the life with my wife we once shared. This is something that I do not have control over, it is simply just a part of my human existence, another adventure in loss. Can't live in the past? Apparently, yet my past is definitely a part of my future. What I choose to do now is informed by the past I lived. There continues to be a responsibility to the love we shared.
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