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The Rover and Mr. Fox

"There’s this: 'May hope sustain you, / Friends surround you, / And love give you strength.
Flowers. Scrolls. Soft watercolors. Subdued shades of gray.
This: 'When someone you love becomes a memory, / The memory becomes a treasure.'
And this: 'Those we love don’t go away, / They walk beside us every day, / Unseen, unheard, but always near, / So loved, so missed, so very dear.'
All these notes I’ve opened and read. I’m taking care of business. I’ve emptied your closets. Clothes and shoes. Your razor, your comb. Your papers and your books. What’s left behind here in the house are empty places, blank spots that I will have to find some way to fill.
People tell me: 'Don’t forget to eat.' 'Go out, now that you can.' 'It’s time to get on with your life.'
It’s not like your death was unexpected. It wasn’t a tragedy. We knew what was what, and I was waiting for it, you were hoping for it. Today? Will it be today? The crush of the anticipation almost killed me, but in the end there was no drama..." Read the rest in Jet Fuel Review