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June 8, 2000
My Soul,

When I arrived at the beach house, I found that you had had Frank stock it with all the nonperishable and frozen foods that he could find. Frank met me at the door and told me that he was very sorry for my loss. He also shared that he would still be here taking care of the house and lawn. Running my errands so that I didn’t have to go to town and avoid the now hounding press.

I was glad to be at the house, but it was hard to think about spending time in the bedroom that we shared on out Honeymoon. I slept on the couch the first night. Last night I braved the bed, it was cold and lonely.

This morning Frank showed up my bedroom door with a letter addressed to me in your handwriting. I cried, you had thought ahead to the fact that you had to be back at the tour the day after our anniversary. You had listened to my whispers when I thought you were asleep. Drake in the perfect gift to keep me from being alone. I used to dislike the word alone; now I hate it.

Is this the last surprise I am going to find in an unusual place? Is this the last note that you wrote for me? It makes my heart ache for more and dread it at the same time. I heal and I die all over again with each thought.

Thank You,
Rene


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