At the age of 48 I became a widow. After 30 years of marriage, I lost my best friend, my partner and the one person in the world that knew everything there was to know about me and loved me anyway. Sometimes, finding yourself at a crossroad you thought was miles ahead has a way of knocking you to your knees, no matter how strong you may be.
This is my journey of my simpler life—I like the sound of that.
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