Early Saturday morning I get a call that my husband died (we were seperated). I knew he was ill, just not that ill, so the news really got me. Telling our daughter that her father had passed away was hard, too. We loaded up the car and drove down to Missouri for the funeral. I’m trying to get used to the idea he’s gone and I’m a widow. Damn!
I’m so sorry. How old is your daughter? How does she seem to be doing?
My condolences to you both.
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