I barely made it through the funeral. Harold and I had been married for sixty-two years. We met when I was eighteen and he was a little older than me. We married a year later and built an entire life together—two sons, three grandchildren, and a quiet, steady love that lasted longer than most people could imagine. Losing him felt unreal. Standing in that church without Harold beside me felt like trying to breathe with only half my lungs. My sons stood close to me during the service, each holding one of my arms as if they knew I might... Continues…
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