In the first weeks after
Evelyn’s death, I did not want to look at any photographs of her.
Images of her were already
running nonstop through my head, and I did not want any reminders that I was grieving, in the rare
moments that I could break free. All of our photos were
of happy times when Ev was smiling.
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