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A year ago today, my husband died. My Bill, the man I'd been with for over 22 years, the man who fathered my child and knew me better than anybody on the planet suddenly, unexpectedly, mysteriously, in a strange place, died.  Died! It turned me upside down and tore me inside out. What a year it's...
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We're in the thick of it now, the days that, a year ago, were the final days we had together in Madagascar: Hard days. Loving days. Memorable and painful days. We're doing Christmas as close to the way we used to as we can, Annie and I, missing the most important element of all, the one person who...