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The fallow to the harrow/Let me cry

I’ve used this face before. It is the careworn defiance face, a self-portrait of the wife of the patient, taken mid-December 2011.  Mark and I had been through hell, and we were so tired. If we’d known how few rivers we … Continue reading

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27 January 2015

On January 27, 1964, the State of Texas got a little bit funkier, a whole lot funnier, and infinitely kinder as Mark Allen Daves made his debut in El Paso. Mark’s preferred birthday was small and intimate. He usually wanted … Continue reading

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Champagne/real pain

And what to do with this? The champagne that I’d bought to celebrate the end of treatments and Mark’s victory over cancer. Representative of failure, a moment in the grocery store and my sudden, half-assed attempt to rouse his spirits … Continue reading

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Griefbabies

One week and one day ago, the boys and I lost a very good friend. One of my best friends lost her husband. A car accident took him instantly. Jerry was here, and then he was gone. Not a week … Continue reading

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How to forgive

If someone loves you and wants to marry you, and wants to read this to you at the wedding . . Let him. Be wowed. Be in awe of your good fortune. Be thankful. Be generous in praise and for … Continue reading

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The slow walk to the pause

I was loved, like a house on fire, in a relationship that lasted a quarter-century. My time as Mark’s girlfriend, and then Mark’s wife was blessed and special and holy. We had some great fights; we were proud that we … Continue reading

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Love

“Jack-a-leen” was my introduction to the music of James Hunter. I was hooked for life. Sexy, fun, saxy, a great tune for dancing around the living room with my love. JH wrote it for his wife, Jacqueline. Mark was too … Continue reading

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Go to hell, midnight

Of all the emotions in the grieving process, the hardest for me is feeling “sorry.” Those feelings of self-pity are huge, so powerful and real, but the minute I begin to commit them to words, the “sorry” begins to lift … Continue reading

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Mi Media Naranja

They kept appearing in the dishwasher The knives you always fussed about “The good knives don’t go in the dishwasher” “The handles will wear out faster” “It makes them dull” On and on until I had finally caved and agreed … Continue reading

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