“When you lose someone you love, you don’t learn to live without them…you learn to live with the love they left behind.” ~Anonymous If I look like my best friend just died, that’s because he has.
Not the one whom I played with every day growing up and haven’t seen in years, nor the one with whom I went to high school and stayed connected with on social media.
No. I lost my very best friend of nearly four decades. My gay “husband,” who lived with me for fourteen years and helped me raise my two youngest sons, from ages three and six until they grew up and left our nest.
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