I have come to believe that time does heal. The healing comes in little pieces, one at a time, like some complicated puzzle that appears impossible to put together. And, sometimes, it surprises me.
I was shopping in Home Depot when one of Dave's favorite songs came on. I didn't have that OMG, I'VE BEEN KICKED IN THE STOMACH feeling. I was expecting it - almost anticipating it - but it just wasn't there. Instead, I recalled a really nice moment with Dave. And I smiled.
I guess time does heal.
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