Coming to terms with losing my husband and sharing my faith. "A Bible that's falling apart belongs to someone who isn't"
So today I was doing the grocery zone like I do, helping customers, and I hear a familiar voice.
It is Beau. He made a point of telling me he is coming back to the store.
And I didn't care. I kept comparing him to the bus driver, in my head.
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