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Eight months after Rob died, the pandemic began. I’d been in conversation with a Seattle realtor and had even applied for my kids to attend school there, but suddenly a global shutdown meant we were staying in Boston. I decided not to put my house here on the market. I hunkered down, like everybody else, and hoped this would all pass quickly so I could get on with my life — get back to Seattle.

18 months after Rob died, I wrote it all down in a note on my phone — if I was hospitalized, if I was dying, if I died, this is what I wanted. I’d talked briefly to my loved ones about my wishes, but I wanted it all written down just in case. I knew things could go wrong in a moment.

I miss him on all the days that end in Y.

Wanna help someone who has experienced loss? Don’t offer “thoughts and prayers.” Instead, show love in action. Get your hands dirty. This spring, here are a few ways how:

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