wtf, over?on March 10th, 2012
In today’s email: a note w subject heading Re: Jeff Flanagan gathering.
Good lord. That was a while ago, my husband’s funeral. Silly me, curious enough to open the note before coffee, even. From one of his college friends, whom I met only once: “Came across this email and don’t think I ever replied. I wanted to go to this event, meet his friends, and add whatever positive energy I could. He was a fine fellow. I hope you and Anna are well and are doing well.”
He was a fine fellow.
There is no end to this. To tears, springing suddenly on any given morning.
I keep thinking there is.