In those first months after Ana died, grief manifested as an ache in my chest and an inability to do much more than sit in my yard and watch the birds at my feeders.
I want to remember her life and the unique things that made Ana, well... Ana. There's one memory, in particular, that is still sharp and clear in my mind - Ana's imaginary world. She called it Arkomo.
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