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That Little Voice
That Little Voice
“My husband just died,” she announced when we met on the street. The confused look she gave me was sad, and her voice sounded perplexed. After a hug, she shook her head and lamented, “I don’t know how I feel.” Her husband had dementia for 20 years, and had succumbed to a respiratory infection while in a nearby nursing home.
“I’m relieved, heartbroken, sad, adrift,” she…
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