Three and a half years have passed since Roy died and I have come to a temporary resting place on the other side of the glass bridge to widowhood. My grief is rounder and softer; it fits much more comfortably…
Three and a half years have passed since Roy died and I have come to a temporary resting place on the other side of the glass bridge to widowhood. My grief is rounder and softer; it fits much more comfortably…