She wasn’t unfriendly, but there was something about her I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
She had this enigmatic quality, as though she was always holding back a part of herself.
That sense of mystery lingered even as life moved forward. Jeff and I got married, and three years ago, we welcomed our daughter, Ava.
Linda was thrilled to become a grandmother, doting on Ava with gifts and babysitting offers.
Life felt picture-perfect until last year when Ronny passed away suddenly from a heart attack.
Linda was devastated.
She and Ronny had been married for over three decades, and his absence left a gaping hole in her life. Jeff and I tried to support her as best we could, but grief has a way of isolating people.
I remember sitting with her one afternoon, watching her gaze at Ronny’s empty chair.
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