The room of memories is one I visit every day, often without even realizing it. Sometimes a memory comes because of something I see or hear. Other times, it simply appears, reminding me that the years my husband and I shared will always be part of me.
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We never sat down and decided who would be responsible for each part of our life together. It just happened over the years.
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Sometimes I walk into the house and automatically picture myself sitting in my recliner. For a moment, I still see it where it used to be, before remembering that I moved it.
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Before my husband passed, I never really thought about how many decisions we made together. It was simply part of our marriage and part of the life we shared.
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I still catch myself saying “we.” Sometimes I’ll begin telling a story and say, “We…” before stopping to correct myself. Other times, I don’t even realize I’ve said it until after the words are out.
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