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So, many shoes!—I know my Joyselyn would want me to donate them. Each one I take in hand, my fingers find

themselves tracing her footprint on the enter linings, feeling where her toes snuggled in and called it home. I do miss
seeing and feeling those sweet little toes of hers. So, miss giving her foot massages. I loved the smile it put on her

face—what a pleasure for me to bring such happiness to this extraordinary and graceful lady. My starved heart never

again be filled with such joy.

Nov. 16, 2020

What a treasure this little space called a closet has become—memories of love that filled this empty life of mine.

Finding old letters, cards that we shared, small little keepsakes neatly boxed with love—reminders of so many
memorable moments we had together. So many mixed emotions as I venture through them all—tears of sorrow and

joy, moments of laughter, and all awhile, a spike is paining my heart, speaking aloud words of love, praying that

somehow, she receives them. I lay in bed right where she left me and still pillow soak with tears. Some days it would
seem more manageable, but then my heart reminds me that it is missing its once better half—my Joyselyn.

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