|Posted by Margaret Clark-Price on March 16, 2013 at 9:15 PM|
Trying to make sense of each day -- not finding much clarity. Spent a week with my sister hoping to get a little grounded ... diversions are so short-lived ... I see Stafford everywhere - I hear him in the trees - I listen to his words - I dream of him every single night - I think I am refusing to accept for fear that my acceptance will make him gone ... I cannot bear the thought!