By Anjali Pinto — 2018
I reimagine the last moments I had with my husband, Jacob, often. The feel of his freshly washed hair slipping between my fingers.
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"But now we’re asked — and sometimes forced — to carry grief as a solitary burden. And the psyche knows we are not capable of handling grief in isolation." - Francis Weller
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