Six months: Reflections on life without Debbie

On our way home after the reception, I felt crummy. Minutes after walking through the door, I was hit with chills and a high fever. I had an infection that I'm convinced took hold after the release of stress and tension culminating at the memorial service.

Since then, I do think of Debbie often, but not in the all-consuming way of those first few months. It's actually been six months today.

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