Every night at 6 PM I make myself a drink, light the candle with 2 wicks and sit out on our porch, with the soft sound of the water trickling in the pond. I pretend you are still here with me. I look over at your empty chair and remember all of our serious life-altering and silly conversations. They were everything from politics, work, children, grandchildren, car repairs, budgets, vacations…our lives unfolded in words and love on this back porch. Then I realize again, you are not here and the pain returns.
"Don't Let the Sun Catch You Crying"
Gerry and the Pacemakers
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