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|Fri, 08-15-2003 - 3:12pm|
These small things will fade, each connection to him will grow weak and dim, and that terrifies me. My husband has gone through the house and thrown away everything tied to him. I feel gutted, lost, and so alone. I have nothing to cling to. I am naked and shivering here. It's almost like I want to fight against forgetting, but it's the forgetting that will allow me to move on. I make no sense. Every time I run down one corridor of reasoning I am met at the end by a locked door. I am lost in the hallways of my thoughts.
I don't want to forget, and I don't want to remember. I just hurt.