Today I ironed and folded my late husband’s lucky fishing shirt and placed it into a box going to Goodwill. Continuing with the task, I matched up 14 pairs of my good merino wool socks, most of which had been gifts from him in times that were not so flush. After three months, I have finally moved the box containing his ashes from the kitchen table.
Yesterday, I saw a couple sitting together in a fast-food restaurant. They were both focused only on their phone screens. I wanted so badly to shake them, to tell them to look at each other and talk to each other. They are so fortunate to have each other’s company. Is it human nature to miss the water only when the well goes dry? Snuggle, hold hands, converse and say “I love you” every day. Don’t wait for Valentine’s Day. I was so lucky; you can be too. Abby, please remind your readers to appreciate their special someone EVERY day and show it.Please accept my sympathy for the loss of your beloved husband. More people than young lovers have been known to become captives of their cellphones.
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