Love
you forever, Jaybird
Someone
is very happy that I'm home.
Day 7 (one week) as a
widow (yesterday): odd day, numb and raw at the same time. Spent the morning in
Greensboro waiting: Ben came to pick up Jay's dookie flag, Marilyn came by,
never did hear back from the newspaper woman. When I got home I made a "to
do" list, and then did none of the things on the list. Laid in my hammock
feeling odd and bored. Gonna have a lot more free time on my hands now that Jay
is gone and my schedule is mostly empty, like my heart.
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