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I’m howling. Literally, I just spent fifteen minutes just howling. This is normal now; I just don’t talk about it, except maybe I should.

I’m damaged, but Velma stuck with me. She understood me. Now she’s gone. I’m alone. Every day, I’m silently in misery; I’m howling, but there’s ( Read more... )

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Every time I choke up.

Helen (Velma’s sister) called yesterday as the day was approaching the end. She told me that Velma’s New York memorial had gone well, and she told me specific things that made me feel good, as much as possible.

Velma, she said, would say it went passably. I ( Read more... )

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I can’t believe that you didn’t make it to 52.

Grief.