My husband died three years ago.
Three long years.
Three short years.
His clothing is gone
Except for the two sports jackets I made for him and the combat
boots from his Army basic training.
His lecture notes are shredded and composted.
His bulletin is dismantled except for his army pin up
picture of Anita Ekberg and his father’s 1934 calendar given to coal customers
the year he died.
Memories of our 50+ years.
Memories of the last two years.
AML Leukemia (no cure) came.
Two years with treatment.
Two months without.
We chose the two years. The next few entries will be
memories of that sad and happy time.
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