Christine called this morning to say that Bill had died. It was like a blow to the solar plexus to receive such news.
What does a wife do on the first day after her husband has died? Make the obligatory calls. Walk through the house as if it's a museum where one of the curators has left for distant shores. Pull the sheets off the hospital bed in the family room. Start a load of wash. Stare into space. Stare into more space.
Tom and I lay on our bed and stared at each other. Then I got under the blankets and stayed for the rest of the day.
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