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THE DAY IN DECEMBER

The day my world shattered

I spent my childhood sketching wedding dresses and dreaming up my future. By 29 years old, I was living the life my nine year old self had planned. And then in an instant, with two small words, life as I knew it was over. My husband was gone and he's never coming back. I live each day navigating the aftermath of loss, the real, the raw, the ugly and the bittersweet.

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