Folks get on with their days, Our days are ended, Jack is gone.
And I am only Linda alone.
Mourning is so personal, so selfish and I am so missing Jack.
Hurt, fearful of a future without him. How to learn to live past
The uncertainty to find place.
We were complete, it is no small thing to make a home.
One of the kindest things ever I did for you, was to place your artwork
on our walls, among, in our home.
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