Actually, my husband, always an early riser, got up and wandered about until such time as he dared to call me, from his cell in the lobby, with promises of tea and food. This morning he had an offer I could not refuse… …continue reading
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…And Steve was there. He stood beside Katie’s grandfather, while he gave away the bride. He hoisted a glass during the best man’s toast. Steve sat at the table with all his old college buddies, and had a good time. He wasn’t any pale ghost hovering in the background. He was a strong, warm presence that was vivid in all of our memories… 