They all have their own, familiar smell.
I think I could quite possibly identify them by smell alone.
It is good to be able to love.
The husband went to a funeral today.
Our friend's father passed away, pancreatic cancer.
I have immeasurable amounts of sadness in me, although I am certainly not depressed.
'Grieved' fits better.
Grief for my dad still unresolved, and grief for a painful body and uncertain future.
The loss of certainty.
Always a pain in the ass.
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