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‘You don’t have to say anything. Just hold her hand.’
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‘You don’t have to say anything. Just hold her hand.’

After my grandmother’s death last year, I found myself thinking of her daily. Every song on the radio about heartbreak suddenly put my grief into words. I found myself crying in the car on the way to and from work, when I had moments of solitude and wouldn’t have to explain my emotions to anyone….

All in good time. Really.
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All in good time. Really.

There’s no way of writing this blog entry without it sounding like total gag-worthy PDA, so I’ll just apologize now. But this is post-worthy, if only in honor of our one-year anniversary. After a series of dating disasters, (many of which, though comedic as they were, I did not detail here) I spent time reading (anything…