Two years after my beloved Baheej died, I spent some important and enjoyable time talking with my friend, Pat, whose husband had died 10 years earlier. I’ve learned a lot about grief from her over the years. At the time, 10 years sounded far away. Ten years stuck in my mind. What would it be like for me after 10 years?
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