We would be married for twelve years this Sunday.

“How does that feel to you, Tricia?  Does it feel like forever ago?  Or does it feel like it went so fast?”

It feels like it never happened at all.

There are people in this world because he was born and I married him.  And there are photos that say he was here, he was mine.

Even still, sometimes it feels like I only dreamt him.

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