Bob's headstone is set. My last worry about his final resting place is over. He was such a good man, finer than anyone could have ever guessed, including me. I miss him so much. It has been a little over two months since he died on Jan 16. I cry every day. I am just beginning to recover from the shock of not having his physical presence in my life. His final days were the hardest thing I ever had to live through. Caring for him while he was dying was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
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