Chapter 40
The fleeting days of fall turned colder, and winter arrived sooner than the town of Milestone wanted. Philip and I settled indoors for six months of below-freezing temperatures and heavy snowdrifts.
I continued talking to Dr. Wheaton once a week, clomping through the snowy streets to her downtown office.
Late one day in mid-November, I confessed, “These talks may not heal the sadness I feel after losing my father and worrying tirelessly about my mother, but they get me through the tough days. At least, I can keep my father alive through our visits.”
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Life is for the living.
I still felt my father’s shadow following me, keeping me company on days riddled with great sadness. Nobody really knows how fragile and short life is until they lose someone close to them.
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