It's 4 months now, and the world moves on.
It's 4 months now, and the stuff we moved from the nursing home is still in the back bedroom, untouched.
It's 4 months now, and I still panic when the phone rings late in the evening.
It's 4 months now. She's still gone.
It's 4 months now, and it feels like '2 steps forward, 1 step back'
It's a slow process. As it should be.
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