I wake up each morning with my arm reaching for you. You're not there. I wake up alone and go through the day alone. One coffee cup. One bathroom towel. One breakfast plate. One seat at the table. One glass of wine. One side of the bed. Some mornings before I open my...
by Karen | Mar 15, 2023 | All, Blog, Chip, Death and Dying, Life Lessons, Stories | 0 Comments