Journal entry 23
The fifth month begins, which
automatically makes it a moody time. Five months ago today Evelyn died.
I call Judy, anyway, trying
to move out of my dead zone. We were in grad school together but haven’t talked
for fifteen years because she doesn’t live close by and I’m not a phone person.
When her husband, John, died three years ago from a brain tumor, I didn’t do
anything for her because I was heartbroken and couldn’t think of anything
helpful or positive to say.
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