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by Diane Johnson; 2/8/2017

Richard died.  I feel like half of me has been torn away.  There is a ghostly image of the missing half so ambulances don’t try to pick me up.  The good side of being half translucent is that I’m almost half invisible.  I’ve always wanted to be invisible. . . or I used to want that. 

About two weeks after the funeral I decided I had better get to work on settling our affairs.