After Greg died I stopped talking. It was as if my personality followed him down the dark passage of death and left someone who looked a lot like me....The thing about someone dying, though, is that life goes on. While your loved one is busy relaxing in their cozy coffin, you still have appointments, a job, friends, children —-a whole parcel of living things pulling on you to get on with it. I mean, life can be just as demanding as death, in its own way.
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