at work

Dear Walt, I found this photo of you when looking through my phone's gallery yesterday. I have several favorite pics but love running across ones I've forgotten about. This one really got to me yesterday which was another total crapfest of a day. I...

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busywork

Dear Walt, I can't recall the title of the third Icefall book. The second I know, and I remember the third title was longer because I wondered if it would fit on the cover… Wait! I think we did a cover mockup with the title. I'm off to look… Yes! Of...

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sleep

Dear Walt, I've been going to bed earlier and earlier. Sometimes I have to force myself to stay up till 8:30. And I've been staying in bed later and later. One morning I had to force myself to get up at 10:45. The first week after December 21st happened, I...

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life

Dear Walt, You've been gone now two weeks and yesterday was the worst day since December 21st happened. Logically, I know it was the release of the stress following your celebration but I would like to never spend that much time crying and unable to...

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nothing

Dear Walt, Today sucks. Your celebration last night was wonderful, but today I'm already exhausted from crying. Our son told me it was a more uplifting memorial than any funeral he'd ever been to. The slideshow that played made me smile. "Amazing Grace"...

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birthday

Dear Walt, Birthday. You hated your birthday. Not because it marked another year but because of the attention. You would seriously have hated this one with so many people coming to celebrate your life. A life deserving to be celebrated. A life cut too...

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writing icefall

Dear Walt, I miss you. I have to start writing again. For one thing, income. For another, I need to fill my mind with more than missing you and what ifs and second guesses and if onlys. Those don't do me any good because understanding exactly what happened...

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rebuilding

Dear Walt, I had to take your photo off my phone's home screen. It's not as if I've forgotten what you look like or ever will. Plus, I have dozens of photos—though not enough videos—so if I ever wonder which of your cheeks had the cutest dimple, I'll have...

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grief

Dear Walt, Grief is weird. At the moment, I can't really tell how much of what I'm blowing out of my nose is related to my crying and how much to the cold you left me with. I think I got the worst of it. I remember straddling your thigh while you sat at...

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nesting

Dear Walt, I've slept alone now for five nights which actually isn't that unusual. For the past couple of years, it had been my knees making me restless, or your back keeping you from getting comfortable, or my snoring. Yeah. I admit it. Even if you came...

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