She used to love this time of the year. She always loved the fireworks. She also loved spending the couple of days before and after the fourth with every piece of her family. This year I've spent it alone in the same home she and I lived together in for fifteen years. I heard the pops and explosions coming from all of my neighbors houses. My phone has gone off multiple times, they're all the same. Her dad inviting me to the same party we went to every fourth. Her best friend texting me because her and my best friend are having a cookout. Her mom begging me to come to the big celebration we always go to at her house. My wife loved her stepfather even though he was hard hearted he knew he felt the same way.
I don't go out of the house much after the accident. I've pointed fingers, blamed, and went to every court date trying to get some rest and put away my anger but it hasn't subsided. I don't want to write anymore. Maybe more tomorrow. Maybe not. We will see.
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The Widower's Tale
RomanceOne widower's tale of losing his true love and finding peace and remembering the love that they had together.
