Grief: A message on a cell phone

“They cut me loose, come pick me up.”

Hearing the voice of my deceased husband stopped me in my tracks.

Walking up the stairs, cell phone on speaker mode perched on an overflowing basket of laundry, I listened to three messages that were about to expire. Dentist appointment reminder. Delete. An old message from a friend. Delete. And then I heard it as I rounded the corner to the…

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Founder of Heal My Voice and The Incubator. Life Scientist. Live house-free. Widow. Mom of Adult Daughters. Grief. Writing Sexuality. Evolutionary Woman

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Andrea Hylen

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Founder of Heal My Voice and The Incubator. Life Scientist. Live house-free. Widow. Mom of Adult Daughters. Grief. Writing Sexuality. Evolutionary Woman

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