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When people asked my dear friend, early in her widowhood, "How are you doing?" she would wryly reply "Waiting to die... and you?" After all these years alone, I am not asked that question anymore, in the same way-- The assumption being that my grief is a thing of the past. Most people, I have noticed Just want to talk about themselves, anyway. But if asked, I might just say (with relish at their astonished look), "Waiting to die... and you?" Eileen Auger 7/28/14
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
How are You Doing?
When people asked my dear friend, early in her widowhood, "How are you doing?" she would wryly reply "Waiting to die... and you?" After all these years alone, I am not asked that question anymore, in the same way-- The assumption being that my grief is a thing of the past. Most people, I have noticed Just want to talk about themselves, anyway. But if asked, I might just say (with relish at their astonished look), "Waiting to die... and you?" Eileen Auger 7/28/14
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Jul 28, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
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