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I lost Donna. 28 years of husband and wife. Living with loss feels like a bitter pitcher of lemonade. My memories of us of her is the sugar I add to that lemonade of grief. I unfold my memories like reverse engineering origami Cranes so I can reflect and be enlightened by the continuous gift of love we shared. I can dwell on a my future being richer for what was, what is, and what will be.

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