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After the new fence went up, I couldn’t bring myself to do anything. I’d walk outside, see how different everything looked, and feel that quiet ache that only change can bring. It wasn’t just the fence — it was the memories it stood over. So much of Rob lived in that yard… the way he worked, laughed, planned, and cared. I thought I was ready for something new, but my heart wasn’t.
Maybe that’s the strange thing about healing — sometimes it looks like stillness. Sometimes it’s not about moving on, but standing quietly until the memories stop hurting and start smiling again.
For now, I’ll let the garden rest. I’ll let myself rest too. Maybe, when the time feels right, both of us will grow again.
— DJFotoPerfect 🌸
