My Aunt Cynthia died two months ago.
I'm not sobbing hysterically everyday anymore, but I still get the wobbly voice a lot.
I thought about this and it reminded me of this conversation I had.
My best friend, Denise's cat died a couple of months ago.
When I heard about it, I called the house to check up on her.
Her son, Ralphie, who's 12, answered.
I said "Oh honey, I'm so sorry about the cat, I know you loved her very much ".
He said to me "It's ok, Aunt Julie. I cried a lot about an hour ago. But I'm almost through all of the stages of grief already".
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