Every 15th of the month, I visit my husband\u2019s grave. It\u2019s become a quiet ritual\u2014just me, the wind through the trees, and thirty-five years of memories echoing in silence. A year has passed since he died, and though the sharpness of grief has softened, its weight never fully lifts. I no longer cry like I did in the early days, but the ache is always there\u2014tucked beneath my ribs, ever-present in the quiet moments.<\/p>
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