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Richard Returns
It’s been over 14 months since Richard’s death. Last night was the second time I’ve seen him in a dream. This still surprises me. Seems like I’d dream about him all the time. But I don’t. This time he was only there for a few seconds. I don’t remember the exact details, but it seems…
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Testing One, Two, Three…
It’s been there for over a year now. Sitting right on my computer desk. One of the things I brought home from Richard’s apartment was that microcassette recorder pictured above. There were several cassettes, all looking new and unused. I finally popped them into the recorder and hit play. They were mostly blank. But on…
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Richard the Cutlery Salesman
Richard and I were often told how much we were alike. I’m sure that didn’t bother me near as much as it did him. But it was true. In fact, I came to think of him as the new improved version of me. One example of the apple not falling far from the tree –…
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Easter
It’s Easter Sunday. Another big family gathering day. Another check mark on our Year of Firsts check list. Our first Easter without Richard. I really hate these Year of Firsts check off items. But I’m pretty sure I’ll hate the Year of Seconds, and the Year of Thirds and on and on etc., etc., just…
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Burnt Bacon
Richard was a Boy Scout. His troop was very active. They did a lot of fun things, and of course camping was big on the list. One morning Debbie was fixing breakfast. Frying bacon. Richard came into the kitchen and asked, “Mom would you make some of the bacon black?” “Why?” she asked. “We had some like…