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Excerpt from Chapter 14: Once Upon a Time
About six months after Ricky was killed, I called the insurance company and asked why I hadn't heard from them. They said the agent is on vacation, the file is not complete, blah, blah, blah, we'll call you in a week. They didn't call in a week. They didn't call in two weeks. I called again and was told the agent would call me back in a few minutes. He didn't. The next day, I called yet again, and the agent came to the phone. MORE . . .
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Excerpt from Chapter 17: Healing
Over the years people have asked how I'm doing. Have I gotten over Ricky's death, is it easier with each passing day? I wondered for a long time when I would get over Ricky's loss, and one day realized I would never get over it.
Every morning when I woke up my first thought was, Ricky's not here, and I was going to face the day without him. It didn't mean I'd go back to bed and hide. It didn't mean I couldn't make breakfast and talk to my family and go to the mall. It was that his absence was so present. The space he'd inhabited was there, like a shell waiting to be filled. More . . .
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Excerpt from Chapter 28: A Life for a Life
I can't blame God for Doug's death. He didn't kill him. A man anxious about a job interview killed him. But after Doug's death, I was broken, and couldn't participate in anything that in the past had brought me joy. For a year I wouldn't sing at church, or teach children, and I told the preacher, "I don't feel up to it."
Sometimes we think others have it easier, that they can cope with their struggles. Don't fool yourself. Grief is the hardest thing you or anyone else will experience in a lifetime. And grieving one time, doesn't mean it'll be easier the second time. It's not. I lost a child and that is one kind of grief, but losing a husband is quite different. Not all grief is the same. It depends on the relationship. More . .
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Excerpt from Chapter 31: Love, Again
I was going to fly back on a Saturday morning, and with me was my one-year-old granddaughter, Sharon Gaile. We were planning on taking a cab home from the airport, and I thought, Why don't I call David and see if he'd like to pick us up. I forgot about the three hour time difference and phoned him at seven in the morning Arizona time.
"Hello…"
"David?" He sounded a little out of it.
"Yeah."
"This is Sharon…"
"Are you back in town?"
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