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I just want to hear your voice.

When Jim died, I never expected to find him in my bed when I woke in the morning. I did not experience denial, at least in the 'stages of grief' way I'd expected. I did not think he was coming home. When I woke up that first morning after the day he died, and indeed every morning ever since, I just knew he was gone, dead, at least in the physical world. I knew it in my soul, in my heart, in my very cells. As life started to begin around me and our family and friends went back to their…

Hear Your Voice