I never thought I’d fall in love again. After Richard passed away, I felt like part of me was buried with him. Thirty-five years of love and memories couldn’t be replaced, and the grief that followed was suffocating. The first six months were a blur, my world reduced to silence and sorrow. But then, one evening, my grandson, Oliver, curled up next to me and whispered, “Grandma, I don’t want to lose you like I lost Grandpa.
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