My Grief about Losing Joy Hit Like a Brick: April 27, 1975
First written five years ago, this memory of when I met Joyce Esther Bishop later on this day, mother to all of our children, and then when I was impacted by her death 42 years later, deserves to see light, be reread, be remembered by her countless friends and family:
by Robert M. Katzman © April 27, 2018
Never knew when it would hit, how hard it would hit, or where.
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Didn’t think it would be in my kitchen in Wisconsin on a sunny Friday morning, on the 43rd anniversary of when I met a beautiful young love I’ll never see again.
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It is one thing to type that.
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It is another thing to experience the totality of that slammed door all at once on the first anniversary of that endlessly shared day with her, without her.
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Oh, she’s gone.
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Forever.