I’m homesick. I didn’t realize how homesick until I called a parts supplier for “work” in Dallas, and nearly burst into tears at the sound of a Southern Voice. Yeah, buddy. It’s probably way past time to go home when a total stranger’s voice on the phone triggers tears.
I left home after my husband died b/c I couldn’t stand being there w/o him. It was the right choice at the time. 3 years have gone by, and I’ve mostly learned to stop looking for his face in every crowd. It’s starting to feel like it’s time to go home.

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