Sometimes I think that the grief is just to keep me from exploding with joy. I have some sense of decorum. There is a proper period of mourning and I understand that. Maybe I can't get over her because she's all I had. Fact is I laugh every day at some memory of our time together. She was a showoff. A card. A character. Not unlike Lottie.
If you laughed at Lottie's joke, she would tell it again.
If I could have one wish granted, it would probably be that all living creatures might know the love that I've known.