I deliberately kept myself busy today, but it has still been a hard day. Gwen died eight months ago, and memories of that night as well as tons of reminders of what a sweet and loving person she was have been with me all day. There isn't much more I can write at this time; I face it and get through it.
Tonight I have decided to pack up the car and head for the U. P. I am going to spend a couple of days with Patti and some of Gwen's friends. I'm still trying to figure out how to feel about this venture. I will be great to see Gwen's sister, Patti, and her friends have promised to warm me with their memories of her. Yet. . . .we have fifty years off history up there, some of which only she and I would know.
I'm not sure whether I'll have Internet access up there, so it may be a few days until I get back to writing.
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Time keeps moving forward, but the precious memories of our great loves stay with us forever ... regardless of those monthly markers.
I hope your trip to the U.P. brings warmth to your heart, John.
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