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January 24, 2007
Looking for Aimee
I expect to see Aimee in all her favorite places.
When I slide open the closet door to retrieve my shoes, for an instant I think she will be there. When I spy a lump under a jumble of bed covers, for an instant I think she will be there. Then when I accept that she's truly gone, I find her - cat hair all over my black sweater.
It's been one week today.
I have not been able to sustain the anger stage of grief. It comes and goes.
Sad has found a home.