February 25 2005 dawned cold and crisp. I'd lain awake for hours that morning overcome with grief and loss. I'd been a widow for two months. Something compelled me to crawl from the warmth of my bed and find pen and paper. I will always cherish the closeness I felt to my husband that morning as I poured out my heart. It was as though he was there beside me as I wrote the words that became my lifeline and brought proof that love survives death.
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