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Still fixing her ice water and placing it on the nightstand. I cannot find myself letting go. Night clothes neatly folded on
the bed. I can’t bring myself to remove the sheets or pillowcases from where she died. Night slippers in place for when

she rises. Crazy, am I? Find myself talking to her every day, all day. About everything. I listen to what she might say.
Wanting never to forget her voice, her laughter, miss so much hearing her say, "I Am So In Love with You.” We both

said that every day and all day. There was always a reason. Our hearts begged us too. I had a wonderful life with her. A
Wonderful Life, She was and is my world to come. I know she will be waiting for me. I know she will be there to greet
me. It pains my heart to wait, I know she is my second element.

Jan. 30, 2020

My Joyselyn for the past 30+ years has always cut my hair. Till today. It felt like I was cheating. Nearly broke down and

cried sitting in the chair.

Jan. 30, 2020

I miss hearing my Joyselyn call my name from the kitchen and ask to use my long arms to reach the top shelf for an item

needed, or what may I fix you for dinner my darling. Most of the time and most missed calling my name and telling me

that she loves me—her way of baiting me for a hug. It worked every time, and I never grew tired of the bait, and I took
that bait hook line and sinker. Being held by her always made me feel like the prize catch of the day, never could she

reach her limit.

Feb. 12, 2020

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