I couldn't have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother's death. The renewed energy the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation.
I believe in the institution of marriage. Of course being a Mormon we believe in eternity rather than just till death do us part. If you really try hard if you make it work it's blissful. But I also know a marriage that isn't working can be painful.
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You haven't lost anything when you know were it is. Death can hide but not divide.
