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I had learned how to live with ghosts long before the message arrived.
I had learned how to live with ghosts long before the message arrived.Three years after my wife Sarah’s sudden passing, her absence still pressed itself into every corner of our Seattle home, not loudly, not violently, but persistently, like a presence that refused to leave. Her chipped coffee mug still sat in the back of the cabinet because I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away. The half-finished crossword book on her nightstand remained untouched. The garden she planted bloomed every spring, and I never uprooted a single flower, even when the weeds crept in and took over.Grief, I discovered, doesn’t fade. It learns how to wait.
