As I pulled into the driveway this evening in Roger's beloved Volvo station wagon I realized I'm getting used to coming home to an empty house. I don't love it, but I am thankful that I no longer come in the door expecting to see his big old cheery smile and being suddenly and sadly reminded that Roger and his smile are no longer here.
It sounds like a very small step, but I count it as progress. Getting used to it is the best that can be expected right now.
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