Dear John,
I know, it's barely tomorrow, and here I am again. You're a strong guy - you can take it.
I just realized something. Or, I just realized three somethings. Or maybe I realized something three times.
I was grousing to you about this a couple of days ago - how two years ago everybody thought it was wonderful how much I loved you, but now that you've been gone for 21 months, people think that it's creepy. I told you that I'm ticked and baffled. And, since I'm a woman, I was wondering what could be wrong with me.

I'd take that as an answer to my question. It's the right thing, to keep loving you. I wasn't planning to change to suit people who have no idea what it's like to be widowed, anyway. But there's something heartening about concluding that I'm being normal again.
It's a shame that our culture is so unacquainted with the ways of grief, isn't it? All these people that keep telling me that I need to forget about you will have to someday find out the hard way that it doesn't work like that. But I have my Widow Friends Forever and a wise priest and you to talk to, so a pox upon the rest of them! They need to listen to Carly sing "Life is Eternal." Anybody that can pull off that lovely hat deserves to be listened to!
Loving you and not giving a flying fig if it's the right thing to do, your rebellious wife,
Joan.
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