It took me a few days to get over the shock of his death. As soon as I was able, I put aside my grief and carried out the rest of Matt’s requests. He wanted me to move on with my life, not mourn him forever. As difficult as that would be, I trusted in my inherent strength. I wasn’t some damsel-in-distress who shied away from a challenge. Matt knew I could handle his death. It was time I believed it.
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