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I  have been reading about story, about the story we are each living, about the story that has been breathed into us.  And I am wondering, what happens when a part of your story is no longer there?  Yesterday, we said goodbye to a woman who was a mother, sister, friend, but also a wife.  Now he sits next to an empty space.

I know he will miss her. 

I could see it in his face, that blank look, head held so still,
as if he didn’t want to look and see that she was not there.

I cannot imagine the pain of that empty space she has left behind.

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