Guilt or the Void: Facing a Lover’s Death

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On Tuesday it was four years since Valerie died. I admit, it’s getting easier to accept, though I still had a good cry on the way home from the grave. Certain songs still trigger tears, and I dream about those days around her death several times a week. I live them over and over: a twisted Groundhog’s Day with no conceivable end. There is no end to Love when it’s snatched away.

I carry a lot of guilt over her death, though I rationally know that I was not the cause, and there was little mor...