I was going to write a letter to Margaret on this 2 month anniversary. There are so many things swirling in my head that I say to her as I'm trying to figure out how to live my life without her here. The memory thing is great -- it just doesn't quite get it.
As I sat down to write, I realized I'm really not yet ready to agonize over what I am willing to be public, and what I want to keep very private. Just writing this sentence brings up the early warning symptoms that I am close to a very tender area. I don't yet have the courage to risk going there on paper (or electrons) -- the warning voice says "you might not be able to get back". So I'll try again at the 3 month mark.
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