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Surrounded by grave markers, Adam reflected that grief was like a nasty strain of flu. Just when you thought you were doing okay and started making plans to leave the house, suddenly you found yourself back in bed feeling like crap again.
Last night, he and Iris had spent a pleasant evening with JJ and Grant and the girls. Afterward, back in familiar surroundings and finally away from hospital lights and noises and prodding, he’d slept better than he had in a long time. But when Adam woke this morning, he’d lost all that contentment and wished he could have stayed asleep. Or never woken.
When Iris suggested a cemetery excursion, Adam had immediately agreed, trusting her almost spooky instinct for knowing what he needed. But she hadn’t mentioned she’d be leaving Adam there. And he had
