New Beginning 713

I had yet to begin cleaning out Richard's things. They still lingered in the kitchen, the closets, the den. I couldn't even delete his old files from the computer. Some of them were years old, but I needed something to hold onto. Fifteen years of marriage, yet I still felt like the memories would become hazy.

Our daughter, Sarah, behaved differently than me. I daresay even better than I had. Everything Richard had been purged from her room. She no longer hung about the house. She'd come in and...