Voluntarily snowed in.

Or, Life after Death pt. 3 There is no noise. The trees are laden with snow. Sometimes I can hear the refrigerator running. And, sometimes I can hear my thoughts. My adorable husband has been gone almost 2 years. 2 years! Looking back, the first year was a blur, though unbeknownst to me. There wereContinue reading “Voluntarily snowed in.”