I've never gone camping without Ken. We'd sit by the fire and watch the falling stars.
Tomorrow is Mothers Day. He made me a mother. It feels like we should celebrate together. Instead we will grill some chicken, roasted potatoes and salad.
And I will miss him. Like I am tonight.
Why are these days so hard. So memory filled.
I often wonder, is that it for me?
Very often.
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